To the full moon of August,
I write though you may never hear—
Since we last danced beneath your glow,
I’ve waited in the silent dark,
And through it all, I have missed you.

Once I danced beneath your silver,
And smiled as a fool smiles at heaven.
Never had I seen such purity—
A glow untouched by war or world,
A stillness only gods could shape.

Now the years walk heavy on my chest.
I sleep in darkened skies.
Yet in dreams, I find you—
But never alone,
And never mine.

I saw you beaming upon another,
A man of gentle breath and downcast eyes.
I burned with fire and did not strike,
For you had chosen peace over flame.
And peace… I could not give.

Strange is the heart of the wounded beast:
It howls for joy and sorrow both.
I wish you laughter, even far from me,
Though the wish guts me like a blade.

Let no one say I wanted chains—
I only wanted you to know.
Not to return,
But to understand
What thunder lived beneath my silence.

I was a storm with no song,
A fire too close to the skin.
Perhaps you fled for air,
And I do not blame the wind
For fleeing the flame.

Never again did peace return
In the way it lived beneath your light.
Kings may dream of crowns and thrones,
I dreamed only of your quiet glow.
No fire nor song could match your stillness—
I have missed you beyond words.

Oh, full moon of August—
The lone witness of my joy—
If ever your light falls near me again,
Let it know this:
You were the finest light my soul ever knew.

- Niko Randeni