The moon held me close And only in her arms could I see what I want She dipped her limbs into the ocean I kissed the water I dove forward into the sea of solitude Only to find myself in the reflection of her ripples I reached for her when the street lamps would speak When their lights would guide the way I collapsed in her arms And she would carry me The stars were my stepping stones And my heart kept the pace She took my tears and sent them to the clouds She walked me through the places that perished And held me on the other side When skies grew dark She would greet me And it was only in the dark that I could see her staring back at me
This is supposed to be more of a positive piece about how there is beauty in the dark. The moon has always coincidentally been a big memory for me in significant times of my life.