Moon
The soothing illumination
Covers the soul as we linger in darkness.
Paralyzing is the stare,
Captivating the eyes of the lost.
Swimming among the shroud
Existing only in the absense of life itself
It cries,
Tears of sorrow for a lack of belonging,
A lack of apreciation
For its periodic fallacies,
Its mildly entertaining
Yet sombring presence
Conveying a setting of intense emptiness,
Allowing thoughts to wander,
Carressing the hearts of the mindful.
-Unspokenthought













