The room was dark but it didn't seem to bother her in the least. Running the brush through her curled her again, she hummed a tune to herself. As she did so she continued to walk slowly to the opened doors that lead out to her bedroom porch. She set the brush down on her nightstand before going out into the brisk night air. Setting her hands on the rails, her eyes never left the bright full moon above in the heavens. Her tune no longer was a hum but rather a soft singing.
"I will bring a mirror, so silver and so exact. So precise and so prestine, a perfect pane of glass..." Her voice was soft and smooth. A small gust of wind blew by causing her hair to move a little into her face, which was illuminated by the moon. Never the less, her song continued as she moved the strands back to their rightful place. Makeup still evident on her cheeks and eyes, but they only enhanced her natural beauty. Black dress still wrapped around her frame, seemingly have come back from a party, and the night was now her place of peace. Shoes not on her feet to cover the red toenails that had been painted. Simply mesmerizing. She seemed to have been in a trance by the moons rays. And she just kept singing. "I will set the mirror out to face the blackened sky. You will see your beauty every moment that you rise." Her voice trailed off as the song ended. Slowly, she turned and finally walked back into her unlit dormitory closing the opening behind her. Only a few rays managed to seep theough the glass doors but none were bright enough to light up the room. Quietly and gently, she let her back push into the soft mattress of the bed without a single creak being heard. She didn't bother to change or take the powder off her face, she just wanted to lay down and sleep. And so she did, and for the rest of the night the moon watched over her, but eventually left, giving way to the bright, but not as beautiful, sun. Meaning that she had to wait another full day of yellow, to finally see that speck of white in a pit of darkness. But she could and would wait, that's all she had ever done. And besides, it was always worth it.
Song: You Are The Moon by The Hush Sound
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You Are The Moon
PoetryThis was something I came up with sorta late at night when I looked out my window and saw the moon. And it was really bright at the time, then I remembered I have a song about the moon on my phone. So I was listening to it as I was typing. It's a sm...
