A friend of mine posted a photo of the super pink moon and captioned it, “I rise with the moon”. I thought that it would be a great title for a poem. So here goes…
The sun dips in the horizon while the moon is slowly rising
And with it my soul awakens.
The darkness stretches, as do I…
The world would have been blanketed by darkness except the moon was shining bright.
I shine my own smile back to the moon and together, hand in hand, we light up the night sky.
At night I lie awake
By day I’m half asleep
No dream visits at night
So I daydream all day
I close my eyes and cuddle the pillows and blanket
But I’m not truly asleep
I woke up and saw it was raining
So I went back to bed and slept again
Evening came and I didn’t want to sleep
But when morning arrived
I didn’t want to wake up just yet
“Five more minutes”, I said just before I slept
And I repeated those lines when the alarm went off.
“Five more minutes. Spare me a little bit more.”
As the alarm goes off again
I wake to the sound of the alarm
So many days I wish not to have it on
But I look forward to those lazy days
Which I think not many of us has
I sleep tonight with the heaviest of heart
But hoping that I wake tomorrow to a brand new start
I wake up to the sound
A sound familiar
Both friend and foe
It’s that time again
To wake up and face the day
I looked in his eyes and saw reflections of me
Does he understand? Does he truly see?
What we could be
I and he.
I say I love him, I said it shamelessly
I feel light, I feel free
His eyes seem to smile happily.
His mouth parted as if he was about to say something
Then I woke up hearing my own heart breaking.
I keep dreaming while awake and asleep
My mind is elsewhere
Flying to and from
I can imagine many things
And then get lost
And if they ever came true
Then what a wonderful sight it could be
And I closed my eyes and nodded off to dreamland
But deep inside I’m wide awake
The night stretches to morning
While I pretend to sleep