A poem.
From long ago.
Where are you?
Moon?
Oh. There.
Hello.
Look through the window, see a room, watching all.
A small face in your light.
Security.
Tonight, the walk.
A secret walk.
Again.
Never told - no one knows.
No one cares.
Only you, Moon.
Stay…?
So tired.
But it will happen.
Through the woods again.
It’s always the woods.
Paths known, lit by you, Moon.
Always watching.
Each walk begins the same.
Door opens -
Quiet.
Footsteps soft…no noise.
Don’t make a sound.
Step through.
Hand over mouth,
So quiet.
Eyes open wide,
to see what isn’t there
Except in your light, Moon.
This path, well known.
Every step the same - but different.
So tired.
But it does happen.
Focus now - look.
See the grasses?
Taller than before.
Strange -
The tree…where is it?
With low branches to climb,
To reach for you, Moon.
Show the fairy lights, where are they?
Trying.
Still quiet -
Shhhh…
Pain.
A sound…did a branch break?
Afraid - looking - is someone there?
Do they see?
Moon?
Are you here?
Don’t leave.
i’m sorry.
i’m sorry.
Time to go.
Stay - light the way.
Back through woods, grasses…still different, not as strange.
Back to the room.
Shhhh…
Cold.
Door - open again.
Footsteps through.
Footsteps out.
One day, the walk won’t end.
The woods…
Stay hidden.
Quiet.
So tired.
But it’s done.
Left in your light,
Small.
Never alone, with you, Moon.
Watching.
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