Thankyou, to no one in particular
for these happy days, and happy nights
A gentle light casts small shadows in the darker corners of my soul
As I lay back and gaze upon the moon I admire the simplicity of
it's offerings.
In the face of it's incandescence I am reminded of a different era
Yet unable to fathom the feelings it provokes
From sunrise to moonrise I have amnesia
and longer still sometimes.
Thank you, whoever, for the moon and all it represents
May it watch over me always throughout.
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