obsidian flame
O moon, great moon,
So beautiful up there in the dark dreamy sky.
That white mascara of yours flares its wings in the sparkling void;
A celestial indication of comfort and of concern.
O moon, great moon,
How luminous you are!
Yet, in spite of your alluring light,
I need my own to walk my path.
O moon, why moon,
Must you leave when then fine hour arrives?
When I am at ease by your fine presence?
Yet, for the sake of my wounds in this hardened heart,
I feel better eased by your absence.
The sun now commands my memory.
O moon, how moon,
Do you manage to capture my affection?
When only half an eye peeks from its eyelids
And glimpses at your aurora?
You're but a daily sight—
Albeit, never could you rust my binoculars.
O moon, speak, moon.
When did the Yule days expire?
Reaching you was my greatest fantasy.
I promised you four days of patience.
Only four months have passed, and now we are distant.
And when I asked you for your hand, you remained resistant.
O moon, dear moon,
The roads are emptied,
Life comes to a pause,
My heart's beat is night's sole symphony;
How dare you be accompanied by the stars!
I thought the universe gifted us the planet for our own.
Yet you jest at it with your fellow jesters up there.
Still, I make room for us both despite our distance.
The galaxy's offers are limitless compared to mine.
Your image will forever orbit my mind,
While my existence will be eaten by the nebula.
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