The moon has risen,
my time has come.
Don't try to hold onto me -
but let me go in peace.
Otherwise, I remain here in pieces.
Summer comes
and Spring says goodbye.
Be fruitful, my friend,
and let your joy multiply,
even though these words
may be my last.
Remember me when Winter
brings
her white coat back.
I take one, two, three breaths
and you cry
for them to go on -
but I know my soul must take flight
to fill another heart until
the return of another night.
My blood goes still,
fingers cold.
I am free,
though you grieve
as if I am bound
to the ground.
I am released from this body
as a newborn baby
cries for the first time.
The moon has risen,
my time has come.
Don't worry,
for you'll still see me
through eyes you
may not recognize.
Maybe one day
we'll again meet...
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To the World...(A Collection of Poems)
PoetryZelda Aurora Gabriel has been writing poetry from the time she was 13. She is now 25. Different from others her age, poetry became an outlet and a means of understanding a world that often didn't understand her. "To the World" is a compilation and a...
