That feminine urge this, masculine urge that ….
Yeah, okay , cool
But what about the Lunar urge to ritualistically disappear every couple of weeks ?
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☀ I can see the sun ☀
Today
As I wake up again
A sweet and tender light caresses my face
And for the first time in a while
I can see the sun
Today
As the night falls once more
I can still feel its presence
Like an undying warmth
Not willing to let my heart go
Today
Following its path
The sun rises again
Bathing my skin with its light
How good it is to be touched with such softness
Today
My sun came back
And for the first time in my life
I am certain it is meant to stay
Like a never ending cycle of love
After staying in the cold dark night for so long
Today
I can see the sun again
The night seems less cold
My heart seems less empty
The sky is finally full
Today
I watch the sun rise again
I catch a ray of sunshine in my hand
And keep it close
Just in case my mind gets unmerciful again
To remind myself it will always stay
To remind myself I am not alone
And I can't wait to write about tomorrow
As long as it colors my sky every morning
And as long as I crave it during the night
Tomorrow
I want to see you again
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My love for moon will never get fade no matter how many stars will come on my way.
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The moon looks giant as it sets.
It feels like I could reach out
And grab the orb from the sky.
It beckons me to stare back into it
As it waxes yet to become a full moon,
Barely hovering above the trees
That encases the road.
Though it casts a silver glow
Upon all that lies under it's light,
It’s painted a pale orange
That shines so bright.
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Just the Moonah & Me
Okay so I was feeling creative and decided to write a poem inspired by the BBC Ghosts character Robin, ...Yeah thats basically it.
Its just the Moonah and me,
We talk all the time,
I share my worries,
And the Moonah doesn't mind.
It's just the Moonah and me,
Watching the stars shine.
Moonah is my friend,
Who has been with the the longest,
And me and Moonah just think about
the old friends that we've missed.
But it has been a long while,
And Moonah's getting tired,
So I think, just for now, it's time to retire.
Back inside, to my warm, cozy bed,
Where I can huddle up in the blankets, and dream about sunrise instead.
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naik || 25/11/19
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you kissed my vulnerabilities, like the moon does on lonely nights.
---apollo---
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One moon, it shines on me as it shines on you. Only the moon knows, for now, how luminescent you look bathed in it's glow. I grow envious of the moon, as you see it each night; does the moon know how blessed it is to have your eyes on it? No, it is me who is blessed to be under the same moon as you.
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pink sweat drips from the sky
the sun heartily cries
it is time to say goodbye
so leave her behind
and head into the night
to embrace the dark light
the moon comes tonight
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last night the moon peaked
through both my curtains and the clouds
with an effort to seduce me
into lying awake with her
and most nights
i give into her and allow
myself to be serenaded by
the late night sounds of the city
but the depression has gotten
so bad, that i don’t even make time
to look up at her anymore
if i could bathe in only her
i think i would
if my sadness takes me
from everything that i love
just know that i tried
everything i could
(to survive)
moonlight // kira malibu
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Hug me like the night holds the moon.
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Luna llena
Oh llamas, llamas… Campanillas de oro
suena tu lengua y en las manos llevas
la miel que no he gustado y en tus ojos
se carcajea, alegre, Primavera.
Ya voy… ya voy… aguárdame, que aún tengo
que poner rosas frescas en las sienes
y soltar los cabellos y ceñirme
un cinturón de plata; dulcemente
caeré a tus pies bajo la luna llena.
Oh, quítame las rosas de las sienes,
anúdame el cabello y dame mieles.
Ay, tornaré bajo la fronda oscura,
silenciosa y temblante, con la cabeza
desprovista de flores, y en la boca
el zumo gris que exprime la Tristeza.
Oh nunca más sobre mi frente rosas,
Oh nunca más la voz que sabe a tierra
y hace sonar las campanillas de oro
a cuyos toques danza Primavera.
Cómo estará de triste aquella fronda,
cómo estará de pálida la luna
cuando regrese sola,
cuando te deje y huya!
(Y en tanto estoy ungiendo mis cabellos).
Ya la noche se acerca...
Tu voz suena distante y en el cielo,
miedo me da mirar la luna llena.
Alfonsina Storni (1918) en El dulce daño
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The sun
The sun is warm, and loving, and graceful. The sun is beautiful. The sun warms me when I'm cold, keeps me company while I'm in the garden, kindly wakes me in the morning, and gently kisses my face with such soft warmth. I wish for nothing more than to have you take the place of the sun. You would do such a good job. You're so warm, and loving, and graceful. And you're so, so beautiful. You keep me warm, by holding my hand or giving me a hug. You keep me company during the most mundane of task. You wake me with good morning messages every day. And you kiss me with such kindness and sweetness that it sets my heart a blaze. If you're the sun, then I would gladly be your moon. Nothing gives me more joy than reflecting your warmth and light. Without you, I'm dark and cold, blending into the massive void of space. But with you? I shine. You warmth lights me and allows me to glow, just like you do. Oh for you to be the sun. Oh to be your moon. Oh to be yours. I'm yours. The dark to your light. The solitude to your company. The cold to your warmth. The moon to your sun.
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When the Sun loves the Moon
When the Sun loves the Moon, there isn't much to it.
They promise at sunrise and are together at noon,
And oh, how it makes the both of them swoon.
They love and long for,
forever and ever,
An eternity at last.
They must've known each other from somewhere in the past.
Perhaps another life they met,
Under different circumstances that they did not regret,
It hadn't mattered.
Yet, if there were a past life they once had, it would only make them more glad.
It was just them.
The Sun,
And the moon.
Loving,
And Longing.
Promising at sunrise,
Together at noon.
The Moon's Yin,
And the Sun's Yang.
A set of rings shared between them,
They won’t ever let go.
Not again,
Not like they once were way back when.
So let me rephrase it,
When the Sun loves the Moon, there is a lot to it.
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