White light in a glowing ring,
An illuminated ball of off-white,
In the blackness of heaven suspended this thing,
In the pitch darkness, the only light.
Staring at it makes me feel so peaceful,
It alters my state of mind,
From stressed to deeply soulful,
There is nothing else that induces an emotion of this kind.
Stationary it remains in its pearly glow,
A mark of pure in all the black,
And especially when its hanging low,
It makes obvious the beauty we all lack.
In all its phases - waxes and wanes,
Slim as a witch's smile in the sky,
Or a half-bitten cookie lighting up dark lanes,
Under its comforting light forever I can lie.
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Why,
is it that the moon,
so cold and lifeless,
so far away,
the song of my heart?
Maybe because
the cool breath of night
lingers,
welcome upon
the burnished self.
...and the moon remains your sole comfort, in the dark of night... a companion in your scorched solitude... lifeless as we'd like to be in pain; alone too, in its black, endless sky.
"Under its comforting light forever I can lie."
true that..and this too -"...and the moon remains your sole comfort, in the dark of night... a companion in your scorched solitude... lifeless as we'd like to be in pain; alone too, in its black, endless sky."
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