within a world

Sometimes…

I find it hard to mutter

through the faint wonders

that glide through the longest

nights.

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And sometimes…

I find it hard to muster the

courage to bring myself through

the beacons of glassy moonlight.

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I’m a child of the stars,

yet the in-between awakenings

during the longest hours

keep me lost – but not –

nowhere and everywhere.

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A paradox of love and fear.

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And I cry –

for you,

the stars,

for me.

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And yes,

I’m a child of the night –

but sometimes the middle-times

after the hours of the witching,

really get to me.

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My powers reign,

a spell is cast,

the moon’s shadow will increase;

A crescent like my life –

both dark and light –

sliver of silvery yellow

painted,

glistening;

Growing some days and

shrinking on others,

until I’m either full or

nothing at all.

Hidden behind a dark,

dark,

silhouette of

a world,

within a world,

within a world,

within me.

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within me.

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