Silver lines

Silver lines in the dark Like ribbons in her hair. The moon shines through Like it always did. It always does, we just can't see it. We are too busy pretending. Pretending to be good, To be smart. Even when we are tired, Empty or alone. Silver lines of moon, I can see your beauty. I have to go soon, For it is my duty. Why can we only hear The flute of the quiet When we are in grief? Why do we have to cry it? I wish you the best, Silver lines. Wish we can meet In a better case.