Daily Prompt: Moon


It always feels as if the moon is over my head,

Night, never ending.

When with you, the sun seemed brighter

even cloudy skies seemed clear.


Now that you left, sunny days

appear as if they were quiet storms.

The clouds cry for me and the

soft winds whisper sorrowful pleas.


The moon takes notice and calls the stars

from behind those blue clouds

to make the Night bearable.


When they leave me, they come to you

hopefully luminous with the love I have for you.



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