phases of the moon.
light from faded beams, visit our distant eyes, illuminating our beloved sky. her touch is grace, and she topples the clouds, straight forward to our chests. and while we lay, on the soft green, we feel everything, to become one with our dreams. and everyday, we appear on silent nights, peeking gently for her light, seeing her less and less, but we remember that oneness, she blessed into our hearts, for without her, we would be spread apart. at times when we lose touch, and she is in the sky, i recall her fullness, and fading light. perhaps its within those phases, we are meant to unite, then may time pass, and unravel secrets of life. where is she? she is the moon. surprisingly, you will see her soon, adorning the sky, in darkness and in light, fearless and free, against the ordinary night. and i understand how it must be, to grow closer to her, for she captures beauty, so vivid to remember, and she w...