The Moon

I mourn the moon as it slips from night to day,

say goodbye to my silvery friend

I turn my back on what is fading 

and welcome the sun,

hello bright friend

you speak of glorious new beginnings

I held the moon in my arms

the stars wept as they disappeared

''don't be afraid,''

my silvery friend whispered to me,

tears painting me liquid silver,

''often the sun brings brighter things.''

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Happy Thursday! I couldn't decide which one to publish so here's my ramble-y thoughts, gathered into a poem about a moon. xx