Moonlight...

It is moonlight
The prairie is so quiet and the mountains so hard
And the river is running
Through the hills but still
Toward the wide spread blue
Toward the sea
To amalgamate with the waves
To amalgamate with the rain drops
It is said …
Must be alike a river
Through these uphill
Through the vast land
But must move on
I am so bored
Of all these
Non echelon despotism
Staring the death of flowers in the pot
The death of eagles on the peak of rocks
And.. the silent lovers
In despair
In non fulfilled promises
At the waiting eyes
Unstable hopes
Drips of moments of time
And the fear of free bird in flies
And the choking voices on the hanging bars
And the sorrow of tired masses
And trees in the storms of winded cries
The darken days of empty feelings
And the path of a burned generations
Written in between the pages of unread half torn books
And the hearts in beating of fear of death
I only say….
Must be like a river
And must be gone…
Waiting is useless
Waiting is sadness
It is …
That the joy of passing through these mountains and prairie
Should be quenched in a dream of our river like full of sea
And our harmonized whisper struggle
In a silent voices
On the way of rocky road
Like a river running
And… in search toward the sea
The load of our loud voices of next generation
Can be carried… today
On our shoulders….