The moon watches you
upon the dawn
when the sky is blue
and it is all your imagination has ever drawn.
Its face lights up and gives
within your soul it shines
but in that mind of yours it lives
with circles, crescents, and lines.
When you're in a sleep so vast
and in a land so far,
you wouldn't know the duration of when it'll end or last
with the doubt in the twinkle of a lonely star.
Wish upon a world so conquering and bright
be a statement of warmth yet not shadow
there is a vision of craving light
you finally found an idea that you could stick to and tow.
YOU ARE READING
Mellifluous Murmurs
Poetry❁ Freedom is allowing the crisp air to guide you through this forest we can call society. ❁
