Dear Moon,
I can't help but gaze in wonder at your brilliance that even you don't seem to realize. You claim to be a thief, stealing your gleam from the dazzling sun; I don't agree. You channel that light, you give it its luminescence, its shine, its ever-calming sheen and bathe the earth with your dim glow. The shower of light you deliver is our moonshine; we get drunk on your radiance as we dance under the stars with the taste of freedom on our skin. Moonbeams rain down, pockets of light within the black hole that consumes the universe every night. I selfishly gulp down your rays before the darkness swallows me whole. I'm dizzy on your glow, as your luster pulses along with my liberated heartbeat. A beacon of hope, you hang in the sky and shine down without prejudice. As your radiance pours down, I'm f r e e.
Love,
Drunk on You
YOU ARE READING
dear Moon
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