Whispers Across the Night

Dear Moon,

You’ve watched the world move quietly, haven’t you?

The way lights go out in windows,

the way people stumble through promises—

and still, you rise.

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I’ve watched you slip through branches,

glow across rivers,

steady as breath in a sleeping child.

How do you keep shining

when half of you is always hidden?

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I talk to you because you never interrupt.

Because you don’t demand to be understood.

Because you’ve been here—

long before we gave names to our silence.

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Do you remember the night I stood in the street,

barefoot, whispering for a sign?

You turned your face just enough

to make the asphalt shimmer—

and I thought, maybe that’s what hope feels like.

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If I sent you all my quiet thoughts,

would you hang them in your craters

like lanterns of lost time?

Would you remind me

that even distance can be gentle,

that even silence can listen?

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You’ve been my witness,

my companion,

my reminder that light can return

after everything seems dim.

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With care,

Someone still learning how to shine fully.

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