In the darkness of midnight,
Are they my screams or the wolf’s roar?
Looking upon the moon,
I find a glimpse of what remains.
I wonder will I ever touch that glimpse,
Or is it only
A fading memory of mine?
I enter a world of moonlight
And softly twinkling stars
Its beauty and mystery
Hold me captive.
The stars burn bright I love their light;
I wake not to reality,
But dwell in midnight’s dark instead.
Why do we always long to escape reality?
If this is what it is,
Why live a life of escapism?
Let us live the life we truly seek,
And not linger in the veil of escape.
Feb 15
Feb 15, 2026 at 12:16 PM UTC
In the darkness of midnight,
Are they my screams or the wolf’s roar?
Looking upon the moon,
I find a glimpse of what remains.
I wonder will I ever touch that glimpse,
Or is it only
A fading memory of mine?
I enter a world of moonlight
And softly twinkling stars
Its beauty and mystery
Hold me captive.
The stars burn bright I love their light;
I wake not to reality,
But dwell in midnight’s dark instead.
Why do we always long to escape reality?
If this is what it is,
Why live a life of escapism?
Let us live the life we truly seek,
And not linger in the veil of escape.
Between reality and moonlight.
