Forgotten Meaning

The shinning moon
Casting its beauty beyond the world
Levitating desires into peace
Days of frustration hindered by its silence
And yet the night awakened by its reflection
Little eyes closed
Slumbering through time
Away they minds drift
In dreams they lived
Days for them are reality
As nights are fantasies
Time by its side
Comforting its heart
In their eyes, darkened sky calls for demons
Answering cries torn from tormented souls
Its purpose lost from its meaning
In their thoughts, its hours meant only to hate
As for me, it is for desires to attain their wish