Nyctophilia

The Dark Side of the Moon.

Oh look at the sky so blue,

The moon so round and beautiful.

It shines in the night you see,

In all the darkness,

And the calm, black seas.

You see her, all night long,

Growing big,

And growing small.

The light that stays with you,

For days and days,

But it grows faint,

And dies one day.

The light has died,

But you know she exists,

Momentarily gone,

But she’ll be back again.

The night comes back,

And so does the moon,

And her light shining down,

Like heavenly noon.

But we forgot,

That this silver light,

Has a side so dark,

So cold, so full of spite.

A side that never witnessed the sun,

A side that never felt love.

A side so numb and so full of dread,

A side left for no one’s acknowledgement.

And the moon shines,

And we gaze at her,

Completely lost, in her silent lies.

She smiles,

And so do we,

How do we witness,

What we never see?