Sunday, September 11, 2011

Mystic Moonshine


In the last night here I sat and looked at the skies above, 
It is here that I spend many a night, alone, cold and away from love. 
I watched the moon, how alone he would stay awake, 
Shining, shimmering, never complaining, till the dawn would wake. 

I wonder how it would be to be like the moon, 
Alone, cold, but still with a radiance so bold. 
The clouds came and tried to kill the praise, 
But how he would not give reason for disgrace, 
Still shining bright, yet ever so alone in the night. 

How we glorify the sun for its endless radiance, 
And how we forget about the silver blanket, for not just once. 
Yet, there he stands – in beauty, in duty, in perfect balance, 
With an enigmatic mystery that would never change.

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