Dear, Mr. Moon,
Isn't it funny, how you're billions of miles away
And I write to you from all the way down here.
You're distant, but however so to you I write
Of what messages lay and wait in this cover of the night.
Dear, Mr. Moon,
Once again my imagination is running wild
Like the bats that swarm beyond your midnight shade.
I dream things in my wake while I imagine your glow
Dreaming reveries of starlights and romanticizing stories far below.
Dear, Mr. Moon,
My music deepens my very train of mesmerizing thought
At midnight I stare at a screen and from beyond my pillow.
She and I, imagining us very well as one
And I, standing up for myself against all else and none.
Dear, Mr. Moon,
Isn't it amazing just how far your comfort can travel
Not even light-years can distance dreamers from your light.
Peace drifts over me, a cloud of nightly whisps
Of which I'm not used to, and through your clouds I drift.
Dear, Mr. Moon,
The night has yet to cast my eyes to close
And I surely hope our time will wait before sleep causes us to depart.
I wish to thank you for the dreams you've given me up until this end
And I hope soon, we can talk like this all over again.
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12 AM Thoughts || Original Midnight Poetry
ПоезіяDo you ever smile at 12 AM, staring at the moon, Watching as stars glisten by, Coloring the darkness Only for the sun to take them away too soon? Wonders so full of amusement at the night sky, Smiling at 12 AM With an imagination And hearts full of...
