moon sad, as only the moon can be,
cast silver shadows, a spectral plea,
a part of my tapestry of daily grind,
dreams weave deep in mind:
gather close, come, intertwine,

caught in glimpses, unaligned.
eyes fix firm on a stranger’s gaze,
a silent dance in an intricate maze;
lips take shape, sound mute, spirit sings,
heart takes root.
in glowing fires in daring eyes,
her hair cascades gently down her daily sighs,

she moves with grace through a crowded throng,
she’s the mistress of horology, nothing takes her long,
evening beckons, kids spin with glee,
they skip the light fantastic, time to be free;

on emerald lawns shadows play,
a fairy’s tears fade away.
she weep for the dreams that once were bright,
for a child such as she, lost in this world of night,
amidst soft refrains, little hope remains.

in each of the many sparks divine,
the DNA of stars align,
a wistful glow of whispers seeps through the night,
heartbreak veiled in soft twilight.

i yearn to pluck the calmness of flowers,
i yearn to cradle lost moments of fragrant hours
to grasp the depths of life’s tender grace,
found iagain n an infant’s embrace,

white sobs slide gently from eyes grown wise,
clouded memories echoe in the skies.
dreams weave deep within the mind,
gather close, hearts intertwined,

eyes fix firm on a stranger’s gaze,
a silent dance in life’s intricate maze,
the past is a magnet; a tender threat,
one we can never forget.

 

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