celebrate the moon

i was born in the sun

and take from it what i need,

but it’s the moon that enchants me most.

i don’t celebrate the sun. 

it burns, and burns, and burns;

i find no beauty in that.

you can celebrate his predictability 

and how well he governs himself,

but don’t you dare trust his shiny smile

for if you look too deeply into his eyes,

he’ll singe yours to a crisp.

his light will devour yours.

run. don’t celebrate the sun.

 

celebrate the moon.

you may have to wait a while for her;

lord knows she’s got a lot of phases to go through 

but she’ll always come around; 

just not on your terms.

she’ll keep you up late and be the crash

at the intersection of your thoughts

and the silence you can’t ignore. 

if you’re brave enough to take her hand,

she’ll call forth the wild child you left behind; 

the one you secretly miss. 

she was the only credit to the time

that you felt fully alive.

swoon. celebrate the moon.