Imagine taking a seat on the moon.
Stirring the stars into a contagious rumble.
Placing piece of mind on a platter.
Rejoice at the idea that memory can become real again.
And Smile when you realize time can truly reverse and you are free to do things all over again,
All over again...
Place your hand in hers again,
Retrace your steps,
Re-track your thoughts.
She's still waiting, hoping, dreaming, smiling.
Have a little dance with Destiny (no, no, not a woman with the name).
Once time regulates and you realize you were sleeping: awake, awake.
Open your eyes to see how far the moon has gone,
Watch it as it says "Farewell."
She's sitting on her bed, beneath a comforter with astrological symbols.
She's crying.
She's lost in thought.
She's frowning at the dawn.
"Don't go away!" she cries.
"Don't leave my side!" she rushes to the window but the glass holds her back.
But thus it goes away,
The moon who will come back,
But thus she earns a broken heart
And agony forms contours on this beating fist.
But thus... She stares so far away,
Until the knight of day returns.
Alas, alas,
This girl is left there to wait
For the moon to show it's face.
For time cannot retrace,
And memories cannot replace true time.
In due time she will eventually fall away.
Dividing the fact that she is lesser than the immortal moon,
And then it speaks,
For the first time I think I heard silence.
Eclipse.
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