The Crescent Moon

The crescent moon is sleeping silently, to charge before it gets full; just before it pulls tidal waves like strings attached to my emotions – and all I’m hoping is to be guided by it brightness through the dark.

It doesn’t care even if it’s only half of the whole, because with a little shadow it’s still powerful, you must know the ocean is under its influence, under its spell; with one glittering glance, the sea will move in ebb and flow.

Don’t underestimate the crescent moon, it’s the mother of all the stars, and before you know it, you will be under its spell, just like I did; giving away all my secrets without being asked.

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