Poetry

The Moon

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Halo around, guarding my night muse

Prism of colors always enchants my eyes.

Wind howl can be heard against my silent weep.

Cold and heat blend as breeze touched my lips.

Lachrymation, an escape of emotion

Consolation for this broken soul.

When your beams  reached the atmosphere, it made my eyes squint.

Then my visions were cleared

I gazed at you for so long, I maybe uttered a prayer or praise.

I want to hold on. I want to keep you at bay.

Because you beauty keeps me sane.  Keep me company.

As my little universe now is slowly exploding

And turning into a black hole.