Under the Moonlit Canopy of Forgotten Dreams

Under the Moonlit Canopy of Forgotten Dreams, I drift through corridors where shadows whisper the untold, You, my dear man, a phantom presence within, A figure engraved in the fragile tapestry of my past. Oh, forgive the storms I summoned when you chose to depart, The anger that erupted, the threats that fractured our silence. I saw your gentle ways as a coward's retreat, Blind to the truth now dawning like a morning mist. At the twilight of the heart, you are the step I climbed within, Each conflict a mirror reflecting my true self. Thank you for the clarity in each disputed dawn, For the lessons sculpted from the chaos I birthed. I uttered "It's over" to control, to grasp your light, Creating battles in which you fought for my heart. Now, illuminated by hindsight's gentle touch, I see love's nature not in conflict but in quiet grace. In shimmering moments, I felt your tender love, Yet could not fathom I was worthy of your gift. You bore the weight of lover, father, friend, Roles you fulfilled with a strength I now truly respect. I cried in vain, seeking love's reflection in the pool of dreams, Yet tears stirred pity, then fear within your gaze. You left, burdened with the weight of my torment, Hoping you'd discard the turmoil I could not face. When you brought me to the ground, I saw it only as betrayal, Yet I was the one abandoning my soul's depth. Desperation clung to the words "It's over," In my misguided, whimsical game of love and distrust. You wished me well, sought partnership in love, But I knew not the path to walk without pain. Forgive the toxic ties, the hidden chains I wove, For I did not love truly, but learned to become a woman. I asked for the moon, the stars, doubting your strength, While offering nothing but hollow dreams in return. Thank you for enduring the whims of a "mad" woman, For seeing a lost heart and guiding it home. With tears as stars, I weave my regret, Each thread a whisper of lessons learned too late. Yet, you've forged within me an unknown courage, Prepared now to love, to embrace myself whole. And so, I walk this path of shadows and light, A wanderer in the night, seeking dawn within. For in accepting our fleeting existence, Lies a melancholic magic, an unforeseen beauty. Infinite dreams swirl in a cosmic ballet, Where stars fall as tears, and the moon sings lullabies. I walk where the sacred and the profane intertwine, Learning that true valor lies in gentle acceptance. This is the tale of human yearning, a song of soft contradiction, Both creators and destroyers in search of eternal light. Yet, it is in shadows that the essence of our journey is found, In the dance beneath this moonlit canopy, bound by love and loss.