The moon casts a lengthy shadow for me.
I can barely sleep...or wake from this dream,
And I know long nights are only ahead,
I'll live the life of an insomniac
For many days to come.
The moon, hiding behind clouds, hints it sees
That normality is not what it seems.
Innocence, I crave that, but even I
Know the night has tainted me. I've become
Innocent no longer.
The moon provides a soft light, but it's cold
And will not provide comfort to this soul.
If only there were someone to share nights
Like this one with, a fellow wanderer
And a kindred spirit.
The moon reveals the perfect atmosphere
To reminisce and lose myself like this,
And as the wind blows, an insomniac
I've become, captured by the moon, either
By its beauty or dread.
- Title: The Moon
- Artist: summer_lilies
Please be honest but nice! This was written when I was a bit of an insomniac. XP
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- Date: 11/19/2008
- Tags: moon