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Luna - poem

And I stayed up till the stars dissipated,

Till they go into deep slumber,

I waited, wide awake sitting by the edge of the bricked wall,

Looking into the desolate land before me,


I accompanied the moon through its daily rounds,

As it stared upon each individual to assure the sun did not cause much trouble,

Nobody seemed to greet the moon like it greeted the sun,

They were dormant by that hour,



So I thought, 

Who?

Who will keep this perceivable angel company as it feasts its eye on god's most wretched creature,


Too self-conscious to allow her full self to be shown to the public eye,

But who would stay awake to see this enchantress,

She's too absorbed with the uninterested us humans have for one another, to the point she cannot bring herself to retire

She's beautiful isn't she?


Who will keep my Luna company?

Who will be there when she comes back for us,

Who will praise her for her competence?

For appearing despite the eclipse, the rain, the darkness,

For arriving despite not feeling whole, with parts of her body stripped by the shadows of hell


Why does nobody see her shine?

Who will watch her glow if not me?

Who will watch her hug the night as it loves her back?

Who if not me?


Oh heavenly body, you are my teacher,

You show me the beauty of the night,

The virtue of letting the light live with you instead of against you

The blessing of loneliness,


Bless you Selene for kissing my pain and giving me wildness,

Thank you Selene for showing me I can collect myself, even if it takes months,

For showing me I can be whole once more


Oh Luna, 

Take me with you,

Let us promptly fall into intimacy through the soul,

And pray that we never recover


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