Trust in the Moon (dark Skies)


The moon is still there.

Stolen from your eyes and your hair.
The moon waits for your stare.

Close your eyes.
Breath in the air.

It's stormy skies that clothe without care. Your blame of the moon
is not at all fair.

The moon is still there.

The moon is clothed here too.

I stare at the sky -
no light in my room -
and hope upon hope that the wind will blow soon.

We all prefer the naked moon.

Dark night's gloom.
Sky's black mood.

Through dark skies
'til star-birth bloom... -
I vow that it's true,
I won't give up on the moon.

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