Tonight, the moon is like a white satin,
And the wind more like a rhyme known,
The stars like the leaves of an eternal tree,
With no fear for fall, nor like a dream town,
But like the sparkle of a child we have been.
The shine of our star, the cold moon lives,
Not among the sighs of loss, but our hope
That this night will have its own high tides,
And we get the call from the mountain top,
To come soon with the satin that believes.
When the sun rises on the God’s canvas,
The moon will still ask for few moments,
More to kiss the eyes that waited for it,
Till all fear settles down and heart paints
The hues not known where love can pass,
But that moment when our silence settles.
Who won, who lost, who can write it all?
Our hope surely beyond reason, stands tall.
If I come again, I will bow once to your soul,
I see the star in you and you among all stars.
Let us not paint this night again with pain,
The most beautiful colours are of courage,
Of that faith which flows till love’s ocean.
Our tomorrow is a silent and soulful praise.