A Ballad.

It's slightly perplexing to imagine different cultures and their ways of dealing with the typical daily struggles, and some of the not-so-common ones, too.

She stared blankly

At the red moon

She wondered why

The face looked so sad

The crickets chirped

And the frogs sang

Through the entire night

She gazed at the jewel-like stars

She longed.

Rhythm drums and bells

And Arabian songs

Hips and belly dancing

Nothing went wrong

She longed.

The shakers shook

And the ringers rang

But she still wondered why

even in the day time

How the moon was sad

She wrote a book

In her native tongue

Of music and red sun

And days of celebration

But she longed.

Rhythm drums and bells

And Arabian songs

Hips and belly dancing

Nothing could go wrong

Yet, she longed.

When her story was done

And she had mostly all

She wrote on the final page

Of why she longed

Goodbye, she wrote

And so long.

My days on Earth are done

And these sad hours over

Because I know of only longing

Rhythm drums and bells

Making Arabian songs

were not enough.