Out of Reach


The moon cries at your beauty,
watching you overnight.
She whispers faint cries,
and trembles at your sight.
Now say that I were the moon,
old souled and full of grace.
Come down from the heavens,
in an angelic like shape.
I tried to give you the world,
and all that you could ask for.
But you were the sun,
and painful down to your core.
I’d fight all of space to be in your light,
but why were we from two different places?
I have wept, and mourned, all that I might.
My glow has faded,
your light was all I needed.
I guess you were too beautiful for something as weird as I.
For me as the moon and you as the sun,
it’s foolish to think we could share the same sky.

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