moon talk

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I really wanna have a deep conversation with the moon

I need it tell me how possible it is, taking new phases

With no screams

Dancing in joy from early night to early mornings with its magnificent bloom

I really need to know how it disappears at noon

I’ve always admired its depiction when it’s new

Its just some jotted line filled with comfort loveable from a speck to full

I wonder its charisma a short period made of memories casted in reflections in a life well lived within a month ,that’s soon

I really wanna be you ,give hope to every soul promising them tomorrow  would be a day that’s new

Not, to get stack on dark phases,for there would be some bright ones after shading the old you, like a python skin glittering, though fragile because it hasn’t harden

To withstand the prick and gravel it’ll be crawling through

I really wanna know what happens, to you

When you shuttered in dark clouds and your light can’t reach us. What do you do ? Do you go past the cloud or does it shamble and swallow your light for good ?

When the sky is angry crumbling rawling in thunder and

lighting, does it scare you

And why is it you still shine even when rain pours

Does it not take out your flame ? Or am I asking the wrong question ? Where does your light come from ?

Yes am made of many questions for the few is what I have not ,

I’ve lived in doubts, with zero beliefs in what to do, so that  I make it in this gifted life

Which I’ve seen you prosper in it and always redoing it like its nothing new

I really want to know now for my waiting is due

And if you keep me longer then am doomed .

@the pd ☆ poe