A Selenophile’s Confession

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The moon is the keeper of whispers.
The moon is the deity to the souls of the romantic.
The moon is the light for the desperate and relentless.

Unlike the sun, it won’t hurt your eyes with its brilliance
It’ll let you stare at it’s imperfections.
It’ll let you stare at it’s vulnerability as it waxes and wanes.

When the world sleeps, she’ll raise her head to guide the adrift.
When the world sleeps, she’ll raise her head to luster,
Luster for those who seek beauty in the darkness,
For those who are willing to gaze into the abyss above our heads.

The moon is not afraid
Of the dark.
     Of the void.
Of the fear.
And neither should you.

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2 thoughts on “A Selenophile’s Confession

  1. Fantastic writing.
    Unlike the sun, it won’t hurt your eyes with its brilliance
    It’ll let you stare at it’s imperfections.
    It’ll let you stare at it’s vulnerability as it waxes and wanes. < loved that segment.

    You made me think of the moon in a…sorry about this…(unintentional)…light, in the best way.

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