I Also See the Moon

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I also see the Moon
It’s beauty, now raised everywhere
Reaching another sky
No ending, no beginning
It is the spaces between things
Empty, alive and wandering into forever

Moonlight – peeking, peeking
Through the shadows
Delicately, mysteriously knowing
And when she weeps
The gentle raindrops fall
Filled with sorrow for the past

All that lies between us
Silence, tears, and rain
Memories that we leave behind
Half – words whispered low
In the dark hours
Which I cannot touch
I also see the Moon

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Not much to tell, antisocial, bipolar, loner, poet. That's me in 4 word's.

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