Moonlight
By Lauren S.
The moon’s breath pours out,
Like a silver stream,
Of warmth.
Stars dance in the stream
And I watch them.
Sometimes,
The stream feels warm,
And sometimes,
The stream feels cold,
And sometimes,
I drown.
People run.
People laugh.
People cry.
People scream,
All under the same moon.
The moon continues to pour its glimmering stream.
As it watches
Peace turn to
War,
Love turn to
Hate,
Because one moon,
Can’t abolish the darkness.
When the clouds blanket the moon’s light,
Rain is soon to come.
It brings dread with its droplets.
Each drop taps a shoulder
Of happiness,
And soaks it
In gloom.
The night feels like an echo
Without the moon.
It’s a hollow shell of what used to be here.
Until,
It returns.
And I drown in the stream of warmth.
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