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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
I sat upon the bridge’s edge
and watched the daylight fade,
waiting for you.
Then came the knowing:
you were the sun beyond my sky,
never to rise for me again.
I am the moon
luminous in the quiet night,
near yet forever apart,
meeting you only in shadow.
You chose your heavens,
and I chose mine:
yours bathed in day,
mine steeped in midnight.
My love was a lunar eclipse
rare, passing, beautiful
never meant to endure.
Time carried us onward,
and I understood at last:
you were always the sun,
and I, the moon.
We were foolish enough to believe
we could hold an eclipse forever,
forgetting
such wonders are fleeting.
So I leave these words unfinished
for some endings
are kinder that way.
Feb 15
Feb 15, 2026 at 11:16 AM UTC