I can no longer wait for my moon to rise.
The lune in my iris screams for renewal
yet the sun is up and morning is nearing.
Dawn will break and my tears will shatter
broken glass falling into the sky
I dissolve into the rising of my future
while the past is still,
silenced in my soul.
I beg for the midnight sky to awaken me
because the moons kiss is worth more
than a sunny day
to me.