Setting
its a beautiful thing watching the sunrise and sun set,
but i will forever be a moon child;
most nights i look out my window. lights off, immersed in the fineline music of darkness.
& in my darknest of hours the only light shedded was from the mood;
"i am here...for you.."
many faces i have shown
"i too have many faces.."
when i feel like im surrounded by the unnecessary..
"we can share my stars.."
when i want to watch the sun?
"i can turn red.."
when i want to shout and punch at the sky
"ill let you howl at the moon..
i am here.."
Cynthia Buell Thomas
Fri 21st Nov 2014 17:08
This is very interesting - arresting.
Check your line 'and in my darkest hours the only light shed was from the moon'. I think this is what you wanted. I may be wrong, but have a look, just in case.
'Cynthia'means 'goddess of the moon', so I can relate to these feelings.