
Under the moon, where hate and love are both true.
Where being happy makes you blue.
Where life thrives, withers, then dies.
Under the moon, where I lay in silence
between the sounds of us two;
Where time is slow, but ends too soon.
Where wide-awake, I sleep next to you;
Where day and night may meet, may sigh.
Under the Luna, where in safety
we’re allowed to stare at the reflection of Sunna.
Under the moon, where every instant is a life-
time between me and you.
Me and you, under the moon;
Where I hope to meet you soon
and watch our dreams come true…
Let's meet again, under the moon.

“Under The Moon” was printed in Crossroads, No. 8 of Inwood Indiana. Pick up the paperback from Prolific Press; the stories and poems published online are free to read here.
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