Moon's House

My eyes, that which has betrayed me the most, look up toward you, my shining moon, in the sky. Frozen in place, I look to you for guidance, finding your arms held out to me in that cruel gesture. I will not take it, for your fingers will never close around my shaking ones, and I will never find your smile as kind as I did the first time. It is like looking at the sun, only to find it harsher with each dimming glance until I am blind. How hard it is, to stand within the moving tides that pull towards you, all running to your hand and falling through the gaps between, returning to itself as whole as it will ever be, save for the drops that lovingly slide down your wrists. With locked gazes, I can not help but wonder who you are looking at, if it is to me or the ones around me, I will never know, but for now, I will follow the sinking waters to your grasp, but I shall keep my hand reached towards the burning sun, and I will take neither.