Moonlight: Of Love And Grief

Once upon a time, it was written that when your heart is broken, to look up at the clear, night sky and tell it to the Moon. For with its power, it will shine a light, no matter how faint or bright, into and through the darkness.

And so, in the same way, we write. Tearfully, painfully, with each stroke as heavy as the weight we bear.

That perhaps, by the glimmer of moonlight and the mercy of the stars, this grief that we’ve sat and cried with be seen and heard.

And, just maybe, the love that was broken be healed and restored.

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In a blink and a snap, the stars fell out of line.

With a quiet whisper, the story was no longer mine.

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And then there are days, when there are no words to be said, no sound to be heard.

Just the wind and the sky, and starlight passing by.

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Once I was told, of beauty foretold.

A double-edged sword, swift and forged in fiery stone.

The cooling draft cuts through the center, marking the fork like a wild, flowing river.

The crossroad stands as a choice to make, of yin or yang, of fear or faith.

To walk the grey is to take a breath,

As moonlight raises the tide, diving slow into the depths.

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A door swings open, another shuts close.

Rinse and repeat, written in ink, etched in prose.

A magical portal, drawn in fire and light.

As the chaos passes through,

Into the endless, peaceful night.

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The clouds in the sky and sand on land,

One day will meet, by Heaven’s demand.

By the glimmer of twilight, count each one out,

By the promise of moonlight, let it all out.

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Nights like these, under a starless, moonlit wash of grey.

Silence foreboding, too dim to light the way.

It is what it is, how days like these end.

Again — tomorrow, resigned, as I sink against the bed.

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The full moon rises, bright and serene.

Drawing the tide high, its power unseen.

The waves churn deep, slow and fierce.

Weaving a chasm of memories we hold dear.