following the moon

PhinDreamy

It was following me again. This bright round light in the sky. Sitting in the car as we drove, I didn't bother to ask why.

It seemed a bit filthy by the looks of it. Those patches of gray. Accompanied by little twinkling lights. Following it along the way.

Later I knew, Those grey patches are craters. The twinkling lights were stars, That were millions of light years away. As I looked out of the car.

I remember those nights Playing hide and seek, In the cover of moonlight. Until it was time for bed. A kiss goodnight.

It stayed the same as I grew up. Looking up in the night sky. Tears suddenly filled up my eyes. The great expansion of the universe, It was limitless.

It'll still be here once I pass. Shining up in the sky, Those twinkling lights. I was as fragile as glass.

I now knew, my ultimate boon, That I was the one following the moon.

This one talks more about my childhood where I thought --in my little innocent child brain-- that the moon was following me. It kinda transitioned into a like thinking about my existence kinda poem...

Phin
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