'Til The End Of The Moon. Poem by joe acacia

It was the night of the clear moon,
when the stars danced in the midnight sky.
I could hear the wind whispering.
until the grey sky arrived.

The grey clouds cried drops of rains
on the happy leaves.

The birds told me: ''you are going to distant lands''.
The were singing that beautiful song of mountain
That traveled from the rainbow
That painted youth.

The echo of their voices going faster than light,
As far as my thoughts.
'Til the end of the moon.


POEM ABOUT:
freedom. i wrote it for people who are sick in hospital with no hope thinking they will not reach the future. just to tell them not to lose hope. freedom always come with out a sound. ''you are going to distant lands'' means you will make it to the future. '' 'til the end of the moon'' means it will be over and you will make it until the end.