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At sunset there was once left Only the dark of the night But on this night there is something new A sliver of white light in the sky Beautiful and mysterious I meditate upon this and sleep Dreaming of the sun _ In the next night I look to the sky The light as grown and gives more to me I gaze upon her and wonder at her From where comes her light? Why does it shine now upon me? Though I regret the night’s passing I sleep and dream of the sun _ Every night the light grows She favors me with a smile Though she always smiles, I feel blessed I gaze long into the light And so she seems to gaze into me We do not speak, but something is shared I sleep and dream of the sun - I feel more drawn to the light Each night she is more lovely Mysterious, yet familiar to me I gaze long into the light And call into the sky to ask her name “I am the Moon†comes her answer This night I sleep dreamlessly - In this night I see her fully A perfect circle in the sky Once so mysterious, she now is laid bare It is the glory of the sun Reflected to my admiring eye Though the night is soon to end I sleep and dream of the Moon - With each moonrise my heart softly aches She is less radiant than the sun Yet more beautiful to behold Her light is soft and cool to guide Never blinding or burning It now is she that my dreams are made of Forevermore I sleep and dream of the moon |
When I read your poem, I was reminded of something I am currently going through... Basically, the creation of a relationship so rewarding, that it overcomes and takes the place of a previously rewarding relationship that was falling apart... While the sun was once the perfect image of bliss and "what dreams are made of", its absence, in the night, leaves a longing and an unfulfilled need... Its absence left room for another, the moon, to spread her beautiful light and recreate that bliss that had once been shared with the sun alone... The moon does not hurt as the sun did... she becomes "what dreams are made of"... Lol, you asked for interpretations... Hope this wasnt too "out there" :) -Einna | Posted on 2010-12-06 00:00:00 | by einna | [ Reply to This ] | |