Red moon

Long ago, upon my youth
A night of tranquil sky
Beside the stars on painted dark
The fair of red moon shine
For those beheld in awe, she shifts
From pale to hue blood-like
To think a wonder made by earth
On which we all reside
As if we set foot on the moon
By vessel of shadow we ride
a place where thoughts along can reach
by tales and mythes fantisized
no great mind ever grasp its truth
be they heavenly wise
or perhaps words subdued by awe
are best kept secretly lied
either way, we are left to wonder
why no praise to it ever suffice
besides all that, she seems content
with gazes gathered from all side
too proud, too bold, that soon
her beauty was deprived
to her own self, she returned
still gazes are reluctant to dive
she must knew this, thus then put on
a different kind of pride
so cling to her beauty that she loose
her hold in mid night sky
while morning star of another day
start rising from north east sky

Until this day, my mind linger
on the night with red moon shine

Sometimes at night

At night I say my piece
whisper to the rememberance of moon
what she kept secret from the day
and into my sleep reflect

The wrongs I've wronged others
the sins I've commit
the dreams dared no chances
all came to be those murmurs.