The Moon Does Not Die
The moon does not die
deprived of the Sun's loving light.
She is simply cold,
and dark,
and joyless.
She harbors and holds
those gentle memories, until at last,
She escapes the Earth's dark shadow,
and once more glows in that bright illumination.
Unlike the Moon
I will not escape the shadow.
Your loving light will no longer
shine on me.
But like that darkened orb I will
cherish my bright memories
of the love that
warms me still.
deprived of the Sun's loving light.
She is simply cold,
and dark,
and joyless.
She harbors and holds
those gentle memories, until at last,
She escapes the Earth's dark shadow,
and once more glows in that bright illumination.
Unlike the Moon
I will not escape the shadow.
Your loving light will no longer
shine on me.
But like that darkened orb I will
cherish my bright memories
of the love that
warms me still.
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