the moon

he dreamed of her on nights which he spent beneath the moon.

streaming through the window panes; his heart and brain alive with thoughts

they would not stop for fear of losing their luster.

he wanted the image of her to shine; but not because she was beautiful.

he wanted her to shine like the moon off the glass

because it hinted at the light he found inside of her;

in her words and in her kiss, in the simple things she did.

oh how he missed her, when he dreamed of her at night.


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