I am born
empty, desolate of light.
For eyes that haven't seen
the darkness means nothing-
except a new place to call home.
Home-the waxing of the Moon
worship fills my soul,
slowly unveiling light's existence-
I want more.
You-the full moon
a throbbing glow of perfection, my eyes know to expect it,
my mouth thirsts for the taste.
As if it's all I've ever known.
The waning of the moon-
You slowly moved out.
Remove yourself piece by piece, throughout the night.
The light doesn't shine the way it used to.
A Darkness Stole Your place.
nights are a bit darker these days.
Dark Side of the moon