I look at the moon shining so bright
I am reminded of the world beyond the barriers of my mind
I look at the moon as a beloved kin
And I fall in love with the chocolate of my skin
I sit by the window in the gloom of night
Awaiting the companion who steers me forward
Against the darkness, towards the light
I don't look at the moon as my messenger
I don't look at it for any answer
I look at the moon as my savior
From the night sky that gets darker
The moon is an alarm-clock ticking away
It's a stalker, a candle, it is my own spotlight
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Nighthawk
PoetryNighthawk - A Collection of Poetry Unexpected thoughts which struck me at the dead of night when moonlight crept in through my window and the inky blue sky was embedded with thousands of stars twinkling away... Highest Rankings #1 - trustyourself #2...
