Here I am again
With the thoughts of my forsaken soul
That is always hunted by the starless nights
That which belong to the moon
But at least there is a moon
An entity that also dawdles in the day
And one that does not find a reason to relinquish itself
Unless it seeks to renew its own divine essence
Thus I ask,
How fictitious of the stars to bare the false image
Of their own fading ghostly spirits
That is nothing more than a sight of treachery
As these lost illusions only give false hope to the eyes of man
Letting them to believe
That they are the illuminated angels in this cold unwavering darkness
Yet the moon
Is a lunar goddess that can even eclipse the sun
And also a deity that can control the echoing tides that
We are so fated to endure
Therefore,This tribute shall forever be marked as a symbol of admiration
To you that linger in the eerie hands of the nightfall
For you are an ascended guide towards all those
That wish to see the welcoming of the daybreak
~ Tony Paradise’s Poet ~
Interesting!