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Rated: E · Poetry · Emotional · #1360442
A lofty account of a friendship with the moon...
Lonely.......
And outside I stood gazing into the star studded night sky.
As blue as the deepest parts of the ocean......
As blue as my mother's loving eyes.
My mouth opened as I uttered questions to myself....
Yet the words silently floated off to that land where all unanswered questions go.
And there I was speechless.....
But with so much to say.
I stared up at the moon with it's mystical glow cast down upon my face.
Did he see me?
Afterall I had never actually seen him before...the man in the moon.
Oh yes!  now I see.
One eye, two eyes, a nose and a mouth.
He seemed to be in deep thought.
Just as I was .
Was he contemplating the meaning of his existence?
This huge lifeless mass.
A mere speck in an enourmous universe.
Unable to nurture real lives on his surface as other planets had.
Does he realize how very important he is to me ?
To us?
Earth.
I closed my eyes and willed all of the love I had within me... to him.
"Don't be lonely."
And as suddenly as I had whispered those words, I felt my face damp with dew.
He filled my soul with love as he sprayed his silvery breath upon me.
Misty and refreshing.
He told me there is no need to worry...
As lonliness is only temporary....but Love is eternal.
Love will prevail over the dark and as I sit up here night by night ...albeit alone...
there is nothing that could make me happier than to sit on my throne in the sky whitnessing the power of love below.  Remember that my friend.
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