Luna

LUNA

Irenzayne

Light. In the middle of the darkness of this cruel world, Unexpectedly, the moon showed itself, shining so bright. It reminded me of one thing: I should respite. Putting all those things aside, I started staring at it, alright. Right from where I’m sitting, I admired it from afar, Too far from my sight.

As the cold wind of the night blew my hair, I didn’t know my cold lips formed into a smile, I swear! With the sudden rush of everything and with what I am feeling, Not watching the salivating and bewitching appearance of the moon tonight, I cannot bear.

The glaring eyes watered with joy as it stared above. Its sharpness can be compared to the beak of a dove. No matter how far from the sight, another thing I cannot unlove. “Willing to trade anything to reach it,” as they speak a lot.

As my hair dances to the rhythm of the wind, My blood rushes, my eyes still pinned. Giving myself unending hopes that it won’t leave, There’s no possibility that thing can give.

Important. Necessary. Temporary. That’s the probability.

Everyone leaves and so the moon. Ugly idea of the world. It gave light and guided you but, in the end, no chances of staying.