I am the daughter of the moon,
And those I love cannot see me,
Because they don't care to look
At what is hard to see.
I am the daughter of the moon,
I come and go with the tide.
The coyote is my brother,
We mourn and howl side by side.
I am the daughter of the moon.
I spend most nights hiding in the shadows,
The new moon can't find me
When I feel so hollow.
I am the daughter of the moon,
I am made up of constellations.
You can't see me because
Everyone else shines so bright in preparation
For all the good things they'd rather
Find
Without the promise
Of the moon in mind.
I am the daughter of moon.
I am made up with Latin words that fill my head,
Like nox, lux, and silentium.
I am the daughter of the moon,
Who had a white worry-stone
With words painted across it
To remind me not to scream.
I am the daughter of the moon,
And you can't see
Me.
Oct 14, 2016
Oct 14, 2016 at 7:21 PM UTC
I am the daughter of the moon,
And those I love cannot see me,
Because they don't care to look
At what is hard to see.
I am the daughter of the moon,
I come and go with the tide.
The coyote is my brother,
We mourn and howl side by side.
I am the daughter of the moon.
I spend most nights hiding in the shadows,
The new moon can't find me
When I feel so hollow.
I am the daughter of the moon,
I am made up of constellations.
You can't see me because
Everyone else shines so bright in preparation
For all the good things they'd rather
Find
Without the promise
Of the moon in mind.
I am the daughter of moon.
I am made up with Latin words that fill my head,
Like nox, lux, and silentium.
I am the daughter of the moon,
Who had a white worry-stone
With words painted across it
To remind me not to scream.
I am the daughter of the moon,
And you can't see
Me.
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