atlaslunaa

[atlaslunaa]

This is my first post, so don't expect me to understand how this site works, but here's some poetry I wrote. Keep in mind english is my second language

The Moon

Waxing and waning but always remaining. How can one with no soul hold so much poetry? How can one with no light of its own remain so bright? So far away but so close, so alien but it feels like home. Moon, shine upon me, cleanse me of myself, allow my soul to soar across the heavens while staring at your light, let me drown on your cold light. Mother of the tides, awaken the art within my spirit, the love within my heart, the passion hidden deep within me, allow me to be myself, to let free my inner poet, to not live in secret, to not love in secret, despite the world's desire to make it so. Pale light in the night sky, free me from these constrains, allow me to scream at the top of my lungs, of the love that the world denied, of the hearts full of poetry for each other that could never intertwine, your daughters star crossed but society torn. Lady of the silver shine, I pray to you, for they say that god has turned his back some of the poets of heart, because their light was not of separate collors, because their love did not fit the shape they wished. Oh moon, I beg, let love follow its course, allow your daughters' souls to connect and let the poetry be free.