Writing Prompt

My night sky that once was filled with the silver light, is now gone.

Away on its next adventure, away on its next person to remember it by, away from me.

Hiding in plain sight, but away from my eyes.

I ask around where the moon could be.

No one knows.

Asking if I’m crazy enough to remember such a thing, shining sliver in the beautiful dark sky.

(Mahina means Moon in Hawaiian)...

In sleepless wake and solemn breath.

I dare not raise my gaze.

In hopeless faith and fleeting dreams,

My memories still remain.

I care not reason nor plea nor excuse,

to rob the moon from me.

There is no law wrote by man,

That can define this wrong

My eyes heavy, slowly close.

Fading away the moonless sky

Returned to me light of day,

Returned to me, my litless night...

I remember

I do

The ball of light

So high above

Shining down upon the valley

Basking in the light

I can’t see it

No one remembers

But I do

I remember the ball of light

Nicknamed the moon

Crazy

They say

Insane

They screech

Stay away

They warn

I remember stargazing

Looking at the light

They don’t remember

But I did

I did remember

But the memory starts to slip

My fingers open unwillingly ...

I see you there and then you’re gone.

The bright light shines on and on

Then it’s dark and total oblivion

Right when I want to let you in

I tell my friends they act as if you were never there

Making me feel everything but bare

Enveloped in your warm rising glow

Cold and desolate gone is the light show...

Every night it disappears

And every night you come at my door

Hug me with your thoughts

And I say, “you came”

Someone steals the moon from the sky

And you’re the only one who remembers it was ever there

It was supposed to be you

Stealing it to hand it over to me

Handing it to this heart who loves you deep.

But it was someone else

Every night it’s someone who’s not you

Yet you still knock at...

There is a void in the sky where he was once above;

Towering over couples who danced under his light, in love.

The couples still dance, under an artificial glow;

But none seem to question, where did the one who enhanced the romance go?

People often stress about the amount of time they have and will say;

‘There is never enough time in a day’.

They still say the same, as they rush and wonder why th...

Remembering the night when it would be bright, the old friend that provided the light is missing from sight

No one seems to remember, those cool nights in December when the light would reflect off the land with snow cover.

But I remember the tides it created, those tides would the shore it berated, yes that friend has faded.

No one seems to miss that man in the sky, When it was large or small in ...

One day she’s here.

The next, gone. Vanished.

Everyone’s pretending-

“Who’re you talking about?”

I know that she was

looked down upon, called

“weird, strange, off.”

But I saw her.

I can’t say honestly that

she was sweet and kind,

but she trusted me enough

to tell me everything

and that meant everything.

She was the moon to my sun

And she was stolen from me

Over and over and over.

Nobody talks...

The moon, the moon! Alas!

The nights I roamed the streets are long past

When I’d call to passersby “where is it?!”

And they’d say “look, another lost soul throwing a fit”

But it exists, I’m not a buffoon!

Oh! it’s a solitude to know about the moon.

The moon, the moon! Alas!

No one else knows about the moon!

I’m so aghast

But I’m not one to carry a feud

Because in my solitude there is fortitude

...

It was so beautiful,

perhaps made more beautiful

because she was the only one who remembered.

She was the only one who placed her dreams,

her hopes, who wonders in it.

She alone had faith that it would rise every night,

and it would set every day.

She knew that some things, were constant,

even when no one believed, when no one saw it,

Even when everyone laughed at you for remembering.

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