The moon is a hypnotizing crystal ball.
It sees your struggles and your hurt,
and as it graces the glimmering night sky,
it is silent as it glows.
It shines the light on all the answers
but only for a moment, like a dream
forgotten in the first few moments of consciousness...
It never rests, only guards you
while you cry and while you wonder
and boil and freeze
Everything is clear as crystal during the night.
During the day, we hide.
At night, we creep into who we are.
We don't like to admit it. We're prideful.
But as the moon is our guardian
It allures us to the surface
of our own hardmetal skin,
and melts it into irresistable tenderness.
At night we feel the most at peace.
At night we feel the most beautiful.
But at night we feel exposed and
the most insecure.