The Curious Moon

Staring at the impossible peace, when a curious moon rose up in the space of endlessness, asking the forgotten questions in the temple of dust.

"I am a traveler" the moon shined wearing a chain of stars.

I asked him:

"Have you lived your past tomorrow?

why are you repeating the cycles of pain and sorrow?

stay there and stop dancing,

let's have a talk, before they shine,

the sleeping rays of Apollo."

The curious moon stood on the wind and asked, what does it feel like to live in the below realms

of the past present and tomorrow?

I stared at him in a moment of silence, dressed by the shining tears of time.

"Life from here below, is a riddle. let me put it that way, it's just a pickle.

Or from your upper perspective, a dramatic ocean or a strange ripple."

"stay in the realm of heavens Oh curious moon,

I have heard of two beautiful angels there, practicing rituals,

and covering all the human wounds."

I then turned my face to the majesty of life..

"Walk slowly oh life, dance slowly in the fields of the white infinity

whirl on the songs of mystery

and sync with the chaotic symphony

The symphony of the beloved

of the righteous-blooded

the unseen dark-hooded

and celebrate..

celebrate with empty cups of space

the questions of a curious moon's phase."

The moon started fading in the mystical fields of heavens,

telling his stories for the angels, climbing the stairs of seven.

The stories of life in the below, in the school of pain, and suffering lessons.

Written by Hassan Ismail

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