Shadows And Longing
A poem
A poem
the moon hangs
a pale lantern in the sky,
my hands, empty of yours,
grasp the cool light of solitude.
the moon, that celestial guardian, hovers above,
casting its glow across the landscape.
a solitary beacon in the vast, inky expanse,
it illuminates the world, yet leaves me in shadows.
my hands reach out, yearning to clasp yours,
to intertwine our fingers and bask in your warmth.
but you are not here, and so they remain empty,
grasping only the chill, the isolation of this night.
the solitude surrounds me, a cloak of cool detachment,
shielding me from the comforting heat of human connection.
i strain to pull it close, to find solace in its embrace,
but it offers no solace, no true comfort, only a faint luminance.
i long to feel the reassuring weight of your palms in mine,
the electric thrill of your touch, the security of your presence.
instead, i am left with only the moon’s pallid, distant light,
a poor substitute for the radiance of your loving gaze.
this solitude weighs heavy, a burden to be borne,
a reminder of what i have lost, what i so deeply crave.
i cling to the moon’s glow, but it cannot replace the warmth
of your hands enveloping mine, guiding me through the night.
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