Peaceful moments that are too few.
Yet now I can’t stand it.
The sound in my subconscious can no longer be subdued
Equally cannot be understood.
What was once a moment of joyful silence
Had become seconds of dread.
When will I not be scared by the moon?
No matter how I felt or how we were the moon always bound us.
Taken back to you dreaming as a child
The moon was to bring your true love.
The beauty of the stars to be reflected in the eyes of your one.
My dark eyes thought they captivated you by emulating the light of the universe.
But reality reigned and now dread fills my night’s sky.
The strength of the moon reflects the depths of my failure and delusions of grandeur.
Mocking as it wraps you in the warmth of someone else’s truth.
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