Tuesday, August 6, 2024
Beneath the Weeping April Moon
A haunting tale, a bittersweet refrain,
Love’s embered ashes, haunting heart and brain.
Forsaken for a soul deemed more refined,
A wounded spirit, tempest-tossed and blind.
Moon, spectral witness to my soul’s despair,
Your silvered gaze, a phantom’s haunting stare.
Here, tears like rivers carved in lunar sand,
A desolate heart, a withered, barren land.
Can madness bloom in reason’s barren field?
My spirit, a wounded bird, its wings concealed.
O, Moon, your glow, a mournful, silvered sea,
Where shattered dreams drift aimlessly.
A cradle once of laughter, warmth, and grace,
Now echoes chamber of a lost embrace.
Your light, a dagger piercing through the night,
Revealing shadows, cold and desolate sight.
A prisoner of longing, hope’s frail art,
A captive heart, torn asunder from the start.
Can stars betray, or is it just my mind,
A twisted maze where sanity’s confined?
I search for solace in your silent gleam,
Yet find but echoes of a vanished dream.
A phantom lover, haunting every breath,
A phantom life, suspended in the death
Of what once was, a paradise of yore,
Now barren wasteland, forevermore.
Your fullness mocks the emptiness inside,
A cosmic mirror, where lost souls abide.
I yearn for dawn, to break this endless night,
Yet fear the sunlight’s piercing, cruel light.
So let me linger in your soft embrace,
A mournful specter in this mournful space.
And when the morning comes, with its harsh glare,
May shadows shield me from despair.
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