Twilight. Such a beautiful time of day. The sun is not shining and the Moon is looking down at us. I wonder what the Moon thinks about during its waking hours. Does it look down in us and smile? Or does the Moon envy us?
We walk around in the light of day and sleep at night when he is out. Does the Moon long for the movement and action that the sun gets to view each day?
The Moon misses out on so much. He's the saddened brother of two twins. He keeps shining, but only because he has to or others will pay for it. Yes, the Moon controls the tides. The Moon controls the weather.
But do you ever wonder if he wants something more to life than just lights against a darkened sky?
But you see, the Moon doesn't complain. He accepts his fate. And though his job may not be as exciting as his brother, Sun's, he must enjoy begin able to travel the world without a pesky plane to fly through his line of sight.
In the twilight, crickets chirp and city lights create a gorgeous shimmer on the horizon.
Is that what the Moon lives for?
Those special yet simple moments?
We all can relate to the Moon.
We want nothing but the best for us, but are content with what we have.
The Moon has scars.
So do humans.
So do we.
So do I.
But the Moon's blemishes give him his featured look.
People don't tease the Moon because of his scars.
But people do tease other people because of scars.
Pull up your sleeves.
Tug down you pants.
Show us your stomach.
This is just a dance.
No one cares. No one ever will.
Except the Moon.
Twilight is a lovely time of day... the Sun is asleep and our friendly Moon is out to greet us, sleeping or not.
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The Book of Poetry
Poetry"Immerse yourself into the fantasies of a high school queer as they spill their emotions onto the pages of technology for all to see" -Kai Wright 4/12/17
