The moon sees all
She sees through my mind and understands where I've been, I didn't know I was so afraid of the summer because I see her the least.
In recent months I thought winter to be the loneliest of times because the sun would be out less, little to my surprise the moon was the only thing to bring me comfort.
I could not fathom a life in her shadow and yet here I wander the most, under her peaceful and serene lighting I feel at peace.
I believe not what I know but what I see and feel the most to be the best of what life has to offer, the moon holds all my cards while the sun questions what time I have left to play them.
I bring her offerings of sweet song and uncorked raw emotion and yet, she shows no mercy to make me realise my wrongs.
I beg her to breathe life back into me once more before I lay my head to rest, she resists me and asks for a song instead.
So I sing until my lungs can no longer hold air and I sing until my voice runs dry, its been 48 hours and I've still yet to sleep peacfully.
As I draw my last words in hush whispers voice breaking as I speak, she tells me not to worry and that my raw emotion has pleased her.
Yet I stay there laid awake wondering where her dreams might be, she blows a kiss goodmorning and leaves me once again.
And I finally start to put the pieces together, I could not sleep because I could not relax in her light that forced me to express.
Then I fall asleep under the suns warmth and gentle gaze, its as if he burns away my worry while I dream.
And I dream,
And I dream,
Until the moon begs me to feel yet again.
And so I feel.
Until my voice evaporates in the night with her.
And I remember what it means to be truly alone.
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Oceans In My Mind
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