As the fullmoon comes
Out of the cloud
Ever so eerily
While most people are asleep
Two lovers have
A midnight
Picnick on the beach
To view the moon
In all its glory
As they kiss.

As I look up
At the Cresent moon
Above the mountains
I cry because
I feel
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Lights are glazing, full of a glow.
Shining upon the cold winters snow.
Leaving a mark, in the floor cold as ice.
I'm hoping this winter, it will be nice.
Seeing this world with a shiny new haze.
Looking at it through the new world's gaze.
I see the beauty and all of the light, maybe it won't keep me up tonight.

when i gaze into your eyes,
i feel myself drowning a little,
a little more than i should.
            
                          i'm
                               slowly
                                   slipping
                                            away.

when your presence is near,
my heart flutters in your madness,
i feel your effects.

                        like
                              alcohol
                                          in
                                              my
                                                system.

when you speak my name,
i feel my body freeze and my mind,
replaying your sweet melody on
repeat.

                            like
                                    a
                                        broken
                                                record.

when you're not near,
i begin to crave your more than ever.
perhaps it's the after effect.
or the withdrawal of you.

                             i
                               need
                                       you.

but when you whisper it so softly,
the fact that you love someone,
someone else, i can't help it.
i can't help my miserable feelings.

                               i
                                 can
                                       hear
                                              my
                                                   heart
                                                           crack.

The glow follows the horizon between sleep and the morning light.
Here we also see the starry night.
What ponders in the minds of those looking off in the distance?
There is an air of togetherness that weaves its way through.
Shall they make a wish with me too?

"Stop your navel gazing, get out your notebook, there’s a world exploding out there"

Tom Wolfe