I Know how the moon feels.
Used to reflect the haughty brilliance
of a star too arrogant to close
his eye to the night sky.
Does the sun not see the frozen
tears that stain her face?
I often wish to be cold and empty, too.
To pass- silent and unnoticed through
my own dark expanse.
To keep my thoughts,
my secrets,
my tears behind the black.
Yes! I know how the moon feels.
Jul 18, 2021
Jul 18, 2021 at 11:52 PM UTC
I Know how the moon feels.
Used to reflect the haughty brilliance
of a star too arrogant to close
his eye to the night sky.
Does the sun not see the frozen
tears that stain her face?
I often wish to be cold and empty, too.
To pass- silent and unnoticed through
my own dark expanse.
To keep my thoughts,
my secrets,
my tears behind the black.
Yes! I know how the moon feels.