At the bedside of the moon written by Amin Jan Sayed
At the bedside of the moon ,
poised between night and noon,
waits and watches, white-blond-curled,
eyes aglow – a little girl.
But the moon seems sound asleep,
in the dark of the night so deep,
never listens, turns a deaf
ear to every word she says.
In the darkness of its space
her worries echo from its face.
Through a crater landscape goes
the little girl, all snifflin´ nose,
sometimes stomping with a frown
yet the moon won´t turn around.
In the darkness of its space
she sees a flicker on its face
At the bedside of the moon ,
poised between night and noon,
waits and watches, white-blond-curled,
eyes aglow – a little girl.