what makes the moon burn so with the waning light of the sun.. why clouds undulating move with bated breath and earth shrouded in dreams aches with longing what spell binds us all why this breeze shivers across my skin as if in teasing answer.. why these stars seem to melt in my heart beckoning whom.. how do i live with this whole cosmos tugging at me.. the first spray of water searing a name in this dewdrop of emotion in my eyes sparks reflects.. bathed in this peaceful glow i find our answer as reality merges into this orb of light..
this moon so full with it's aching glow beckons me as i desperately try to sleep reaching down and within.. mocking this missing this disquiet.. mirroring its glowing smile in these shadowy corners a palpable beauty no clouds could mar lost in its thirst for the sun and an assurance of being loved touched in every pore each following their path.. in this rhythmic love that asks no questions needs no answers just this pull this relation never wavering except a racing glow back and forth sometimes totally eclipsing sometimes so full.. a cosmic answer to this need to possess to hold.. bounds of conditions.. and we look back and the picture remains unchanged.. only the reflection..
the clouds rush past in manic frenzy as the moon unconcerned stands bright and pregnant and smiling a silent lesson to all who cry and scream and crib for the trouble, these clouds take their own path no matter what as we continue to struggle in vain..
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