I renounce my love for the moon. The moon is the object of so | Every Day Poems
I renounce my love for the moon. The moon is the object of so many people's admiration and a muse for so many poets yet I'm convinced that I've uncovered her for who she is.
She reminds me of you. Yes, the moon reminds me of you. Just like that one quote goes, "part of yourself hidden like the dark side of the moon", there are many days when I can't see you whole, many days when I can't see you at all and it's only when I'm at the edge of despair that you grace my life with your full eminence then it's back to your favourite game of hide and seek, back to the lunar cycle.
I believe what you consider a story worth telling is one where they battle each other yet make it back together every single time. I believe that what you call beauty is the lengthy absence of the showman and his spectacular entrance. What about the heart's yearning every single night for the reveal of the pale light of the moon and being rewarded with dark clouds instead and only on the best days be graced with a crumb of appearance, wrongly exalted by a beautiful name as 'crescent'. What about the bitter sweet smile at the sight of a full moon after weeks of longing, the quiet wondering, "Is this how the rest of my life would be?"
That's not beauty, that's not love, that's the nature embodiment of a vicious cycle.
I don't want to imagine the side of you that you keep in secrecy, I don't want to rack my brain trying to figure it out. I want to wake up and know for sure that you're with me with the same intensity as steadfast as the sun rising at her designated time. I want what the earth and the sun have.
