In The Silver Moonlight (Poem)

In The Silver Moonlight 09/01/06, By XP

In the silver moonlight
Wind from the far Caucasian mountain
Touched the chest of the wayfarer
Gentle as Mother's hands
Softly opening the backpack so slender

In the silver moonlight
There was peace even without a dream
The heart that has long broken
Bit by bit melted into the night
Perhaps recovering to what it had been

In the silver moonlight
I wiped off all my tears in silence
In tomorrow's journey I won't be forgetting
One night a melody was played
For the youth that's going and coming