Pristine Moon

Pristine moon, hide thy face
In the wisps of clouds above
As thou vanish, take with thee
My tales of pain, silent misery
Sold dreams and forgotten love.

Travel away with these secrets
To lands near, far and wide
Listen to the wind as it whispers
Painful stories and joyous melodies
In night that we wish to hide.

As in night, we find a comrade,
To relieve our mind of these pains,
Thy light leading us in the dark,
As on a new journey we embark,
Seeking now, brighter horizons.

Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

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