Yellow Moon

Sometimes it’s hard to see beauty
when it’s right in front of you.
Other times we’ll fall for our own Trojan horse,
like when he let me borrow his hand,
or knowing the nights would never end
in the daydreams I’d drown in.
It’s hard, wishing all the time.
You can dig so deep inside
hoping for a light on the other side,
but that’s not always what you find.
Perhaps reaching up, instead of digging down,
allows us to see the good trees
in this ugly forest we live in.

There are nights even the moon,
which glows porcelain in the dark,
hangs low, hiding behind the treetops.
There are times even our smiles lie.

But in the dark is when
everything else is turned off.
It’s where shooting stars fall,
and the only time we can make a wish.

About Ry

It's so magical, it's gay.
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