Poetry

In the rays of the moon
I suddenly see you standing, with pain
before the sun starts shining
red like blood, or maybe wine and open
the day was full of hope,
when you walked away,
when the twilight came,
I wanted to reach out, to kiss you
when you went
into the big hill’s green wood
and you were quite naughty,
the morning was still cold covered in fog
when you were already gone
and I realised, that you were going…