The sun died away,
As the moon crept over the sky.
the stars shining,
Brighter than ever.
As I watch,
My eyes twinkling,
The moon wipes away my tears,
Takes away my sorrow.
Until the sun,
Greets another day,
Feeling me with fear,
Of what may come of it.
I quietly sit,
Waiting for the moon,
To wipe my tears again once more.
Some may say,
The moon is dark and evil.
But I disagree,
On a deeper level.
Through all of the darkness,
The moon shines bright,
Having the stars,
By its side.
No the moon cannot speak,
But no words can express,
The shining of the moon,
Through the darkness.
YOU ARE READING
A Handful Of Darkness
PuisiDreams turn to nightmares, Nightmares turn to dreams. Wishes turn to fears, Or maybe that's what we believe. Tears turn to smiles, And the pain goes away. Maybe one day, You'll be okay.
