Tell me where does the moon go,
Why does she sometimes hide her face?
Silver beauty, heart’s delight,
Hiding in shadows, oft she’s missed.
Tell me why does the wind blow,
Sometimes gently, other times fierce?
A harrowing howl, possessive and cruel,
Before settling, to a calm caress.
Tell me about the candle glow,
What happens when there’s no more wax?
Soothing the soul, sweet scent,
It’s a rapidly dwindling bliss.
Tell me how to describe treasures dear,
Moments melting into the mist?
Like smoky curls from an incense stick,
Tender tendrils, transient kiss.
Tell me why am I gripped with sudden fear,
As I reach the end of the road?
The mind dizzy, restless soul,
Lost in wisdom’s abyss.
Tell me how long do I have left here,
To learn your lessons, start afresh?
Unwind all that was lived wrong,
Before departing, spirit in bliss.