The Moon with his glow of beauty looks down,
as all the humans and creatures dream.
Pouring out translucent black coffee colors onto the sky and earth,
the end of day and start of night,
time to rest and have a few hours peace.
He snoops on the dreamers that are in love,
sees all the desires that their brains tells them to forget about,
the annoying brain telling us to wake up and quit dreaming.
The arrogance of the brain makes The Moon angry,
I found out his secret tonight,
Each star in the sky is a little flashlight onto the thoughts of every dreamer,
That little guy we call cupid is not little at all,
he is bigger than you and me and does not shoot arrows that makes us fall,
he puts a glow of magic into the air when we look into our lovers eyes,
have you ever looked at the reflection close enough to see it?
that sparkle, that thing you can not look away from?
its nothing more than the moon's magic.
The Moon knows not of future, cares not about the past,
the moon is only interested in the here and now.
He is old, He is wise, His memory is flawless,
yet he never dwells on the years past,
wastes not one second on what he might of done better,
he does not worry about what is going to happen tomorrow,
he lives for the now and knows these moments will never come back,
they must be cherished, savored and lived.
So that is what he will do every night,
for the dreamers who dream with their eyes open or closed,
he will live and spread his magic
into the hearts of those who dare to dream their greatest desires.
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New Beginning, New Day
PoetryGoal is to Make 50 poems this Year ☺ This is going to be the theme New Beginnings but will be on a wide range of topics.
