The Inkless Words

On this evening sky,
I hold a pen dearly,
One that finds me going back to the past,
To moments of sentiments.

I lack the courage to reach my hand out,
So I kept these silent words,
That until today is no louder than a whisper,
And so, I hope to write it down here.

Tell me, tell me,
What should I write?
Oh crescent moon afar,
Where lies my words?
Tell me, tell me.

Through the valley of time I traveled,
Of smiles and cries hear I,
Let me greet you one more time,
Let me see you once more.

Tell me, tell me,
What should I say?
Oh heavenly stars I pray upon,
Where lies my destiny?
Tell me, tell me.

Tears that flow,
Guide me down this road,
This I pray,
Upon the setting sun.