The Moon That Stayed
Above the sleeping rooftops,
the moon climbed through the blue,
carrying a silver lantern
for the hearts that wandered too.
Beneath an old and quiet tree,
I watched her cross the sky,
while every little star around her
looked like a whispered sigh.
She painted roads with moonlight,
across the empty ground,
turning every lonely shadow
into something safe and sound.
I told her all my secrets,
the ones I couldn't say,
and she listened without speaking,
then slowly drifted away.
But when the morning found me,
her light was almost gone—
still, somewhere past the fading dark,
I knew she'd carry on.
And when the night returned again,
she rose above my door,
as if to say, I'm still here,
just like I'd hoped before.
Poetry by lunarlibrary23
Written on 2026-09-14 at 19:14
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