The Dark Side

People like the warmth,

It brightens the earth and provides comfort.

It is that of the sun

The feeling of having earnt.

People are drawn to it,

Though there are times it puts them in the ditch.

Not thinking things through,

But, they say it’s hot, what can you do.

Me, I’m drawn to the moon.

Dark, mysterious, and beautiful.

The contours of the face and the craters,

Staring at it I just like to savor,

Each moment.

It is so close I could almost grasp it.

Yet, I still haven’t learned how to fly.

Though, I still need to try.

The moon is cold,

To reach it, it would have to be bold.

When you’re near, you feel eerie.

You wonder, why is this me?

How can something with such a burden, have such beauty.

Being so broken, up there all alone.

Only around to whisper to itself.

Yet, even though it’s strong,

It falls every day.

Around in a circle,

Repetition is the only way.

How long does it have before it loses the light it grasps from the desire of the sun.

Will it ever fade?

I sure hope not.

The moon comforts me.

Sitting in its light.

How I enjoy watching,

Oh quite a sight.

I feel it get cold,

It doesn’t bother me,

It probably should,

I could get smitten by,

The dark side.

After all of this I wonder,

What hides behind the moon?

What is it about it that makes me swoon?

When the sun rises and the moon leaves

I await the night for me to receive.

I miss her so.

Yet, all I’m feeling,

Is needless woe.