It appeared in the night-sky, rocky and crisp,
The glimmering stars, avoiding its field.
Yours on my nape, before its shimmering glow,
The moon's light, before our hopeful union.
It glowed its brightest, that very night.
The constellations gathered, embracing its light.
Around they went, trapping the complete phase,
Its presence held, to signify our strength.
But like the blue moon, its presence wasn't forever.
The light faded on the night of our break,
The moon, falling back on its schedule.
Its phases, on the path they took before.
So like the eclipse, I hope for the miracle;
Again, as I observe it over the layer,
Time will repeat itself, the good times for good,
The Moonlight, alive forever.
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PoetryBroken by life's struggles, by love, but yearn to have it back? Blaze through the likely feeling of your emotions with these pieces which tell stories; The kind to make you feel like the spark you had around your dreams or ex-lover exists, but as fa...
