#paraselene
Feelings,
Shown—
Feelings,
Grown.
I can’t help but to
fall in awe
with her
idyllic astonishment;
like how the moonbeam shines its ray
to lit up the darkened night sky
amongst all the unrest souls in their
(not so)
blissful slumber.
I beg your pardon, m'lady—
for I have mistaken your
b e a u t y
for
Misconstrued Paraselene.
Dec 15, 2020
Dec 15, 2020 at 2:28 PM UTC
Trying to find my
solace in the moon of the
Fall for I lack the
lunar halo and
the velveteen, onyx shade
of yours. I wish to
be the one who at
once will make you whole, but you
are still concealing;
still hiding thyself
away behind a moonbeam
smile like a helpless
umbra does in the
sheltering embrace of the
dazzling paraselene.
Nov 11, 2016
Nov 11, 2016 at 2:34 PM UTC