Silverlines

I am soaked in a pond,
filled with,
what everyone knows.

I want to be that leaf
which glides,
with the rhythm,
of the night's breeze;
who lustily looks at,
the silvery moonlight
and the hopeful starlight;
Which is,
never,
going,
to stop,
travelling.

For now,
I want to be that leaf.
But tomorrow,
I will go with that breeze,
As long as it can hold me.
But the day after tomorrow,
I will be going,
With that star light,
Who never stops,
Until we traverses the infinity,
Until,
I am out;
off that pond.
Until I am Born.
Which will
Everyone know!