
My Moon
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I
Why?
Why were you jealous of me?
Now that the black night has drunk you
I am a night without a moon.
You pulled the curtains.
You took my eyes with you, too.
When I looked at you within my gaze
I could not hide.
Now I stutter and crawl like a ribbon
That the wind takes away.
Moon.
Like a refugee, I am in your night.
Where, however, you hid.
Because I see only you.
I am a walker of the sky.
In your presence, I shine.
Only then does joy exist.
Here up high, love speaks.
Only the narrow road can understand.
I
I cry, and I hurt.
I would like to be a bird singing freely.
Upon the branch, like a Picasso painting.
For you to caress me tenderly forever.
With your sweet gaze.
Because in my eyes, the sun does not hide you.
Your eternal Father.
And my holy companion.

About the Creator
Manuel C.
I have been searching for my soul for years through writing, but I know that in the end, I will find it beside a river.
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Comments (4)
really creative one you wrote
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So much creativity in your writing. I really enjoyed your poem.
My moons, I love you all. My name is Cishristodoulos Peratikou, and I am a servant of God: day and night.