The silent cries of the moon
When I think about the moon I think of a lot of things.
he is a fighter, a friend but also a father.
He bears all our pain as we complain to him
in the late hours of the day even though we
never ask him how he feels when the sun comes up to him
all worn out because the flowers were sad again.
He spends his days in darkness and cries silently,
because he too feels pain.
He is the father who so nature will spend the days
alone with his children raising them and be patient when they yet again
ask why their mother only ever comes back home at night.
He is the father who is forced to watch his children
one after another as they commit suicide and painfully slow lose their light.
He who must be strong for his lover who witnessed the loss of
two kinds of her children in just one day.
Who is there holding him at night?
Dear moon, I promise I think about you.
please do not be sad. I would not want for you to break.
I love you as much as you love me and if you want
Please talk to me as I talk to you. Even in the latest of all hours.
I will listen.
YOU ARE READING
THE STARS LOVE THE MOON
Poetrythey keep watching the strangest of all loves to work out. They exist for each other, rarely next to each other. they would lose their light without any of them gone.
