Come round midnight hour, at the later noon
A blanket casts over weary days of now milk light moon,
And unto us covet thee the stars and soon,
The light of warmth does too embrace a gaze for they to swoon,
And how it swings back round again,
Past days of when,
Great joys and laughs of yonder then,
Did speak the lives once wished were spent,
And how they'd never end,
To now pretend,
That someday we may live to see the days and nights that should've been,
And as I sit atop this crescent throne,
This gloom-like moonlight that is my own,
Before me does the Earth unfold,
Dawn days anew, gone days of old,
But even if what's then now's nevermore,
The stars hath been since days of yore,
Since birth the night has been with thee,
So forth, till death, the stars will be
Across the sky this too we share,
Be it both ends our world, the night is fair,
For if you and I should not be where,
The stars and moon, for us, wait there.
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Under The Same Moon
PoetryThe poet sings many songs for kind hearts to hear. Will you find the song which rings true and sing to when your heart comes calling? I can only hope so. Let us then dance with one another through words-let us express ourselves through language.
