I don't want to be
Lightning.
So beautiful
So bright,
Yet fleeting.
Gone,
In the blink
Of an eye.
I want to be
The Moon.
Quietly illuminating
The night sky.
Disappearing yes,
But always,
Always returning.
Shining in this
Darkened abyss,
Like a single lamp
In a somber room.
But you see,
The Moon is
Never really alone
Surrounded by
Such supportive,
Such shimmering Stars
And a caring planet
By her gentle side,
Smiling with love.
Sometimes radiating
A placid,
Vigoring aura.
I don't want to be
Lightning,
I want to be
The Moon.
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Daisies & Lightning
PoetrySmall, big, short, long, and strange poems, created and edited by Taelum Elizibeth Starborn.