Catharsis: 365 days of poetry

23: Refresh

Forever yours,
as morning ceases to come
the moon vasts in its glow,
I still wait on my lonesome.

The moon stays ever-so-full
a silver light spells over the horizon,
forever ethereal however could,
creating shadows over thy sun.

Remember me once, remember me twice.
Oh, how I wonder,
between flashbacks more than thrice,
will this make me stronger?

When you leave the sun will rise,
the flowers will bloom
while time will fly,
to a moment in loom.