The moon is melancholy tonight

The moon is melancholy tonight.

The heart is not symmetrical; the love

is in imbalance. The tears once shed for

starlight’s beauty

now reserve themselves for

another form.

 

Joy is that form -

joy over unfathomable depths,

joy over peace, over vacancy of thought,

joy over deep serenity?

The heart’s connection

to its new counterpart

was enforced in a cruel fashion.

 

The bond with the moon was broken.

The moon is melancholy tonight.

The End

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