Everything in this Universe
exists on a plane of
a mere perfect dichotomy.
Sun and moon
night and day
light and dark.
The absence could not exist
without the presence.
Oh, great tilted axis,
Pray tell,
does this parade ever really end?
Amidst the cosmos, she wanders
and yet somehow
her feet remain firmly planted
on solid ground.
Here I stand, both a light
bright enough to blind the sun
and a shadow longing for illumination.
Lost,
no, found.
Lost and found?
Wilted, she blooms.
"I am having
the time of my life
at this never-ending parade."
These tears are sacred raindrops
that both drown and replenish
these barren, fertile lands.
About the Creator
Lunarchild.xo
Moonchild wandering off into the cosmos, telling stories to the stars
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