A wandering soul, so lost, so wide,
Drifting through shadows where dreams reside.
For ages it wandered, through time and through space,
Seeking the moon, its soft silver grace.
One day it found, in a small stream’s glow,
A reflection of the moon, a light to bestow.
It wept in silence, the tears soft and deep,
For the love it had lost, for the promises it couldn't keep.
The willow tree sighed, its branches low,
The soul sat beneath, where the cool winds blow.
"I've loved the moon," it whispered, "for eons untold,
But I’m trapped on Earth, bound by a cold hold."
"Why must I remain in this world so dark,
While the moon shines above, like a dream, a spark?"
The willow wept softly, its leaves fell away,
As the soul, in silence, longed for the day.
It gazed at the moon, its heart filled with grace,
But forever imprisoned in the Earth's embrace.
A soul with no home, no body, no name,
Only a love that would never be the same.
A wandering soul, longing for the moon, finds solace in a small river's reflection. Yet, it is bound to the earth, unable to escape its earthly fate. This poem speaks of love, loss, and the eternal search for something beyond, hidden in the light of the moon.
