unwanted redemption

Sleeping With the Moon

Oh, shining moon,
The laughter of Lunars, stardust, and meteorites shower you.

You are broken, scarred, and under appreciated.

But you still love me.
You still have time for me.

Every night you come and give me your well wishes and end with a kiss.

You let me bathe in your presence, and count the constellations with me.

You weep droplets of silver, yet no one can see them but me.

You aren't a world.

You aren't the thing of fantasies.

There are more like you on other planets.
There are others worse scared.
And there are ones more clean.

Yet here you shine, letting me bathe in your moonlight.

You're still here, never truly leaving.

You don't work a 9 to 5, you work 24/7, for every person on this blue orb rocketing itself through space.

I hope you make others happy, just like how you give me sparks of joy.

I hope that when I'm dead you'll weep those silver tears and someone will see them as I did.

I hope when I'm dead I'll become Lunar, and meet your surface.

I hope when I'm dead, you won't be lonely.

I hope when I'm dead you will miss me.

I hope that my hopes aren't selfish...

But I'm not dead yet, and I'll never truly be dead,
Because inside I'm not human, I'm otherworldly...

I'm a Lunar who dances in constellations and paints planets with other worldly colors.

And I'm not dead yet, so I'll stay for a bit, if you don't mind.

And I'll stay.

I'll stay.

I'll stay.

I'll let your moonlight become my hammock and I'll be with you

Till the end of time.