Painting the Moon, Blue

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The air is almost too thick to breathe.

Stars, sprinkled in the blackness.

The light from dusk can no longer bleed.

This is where your name is.

It's hidden in the distance,

where earth meets sky.

I've given up on trying

to figure out the reason why.

It's as if you're everywhere,

but I still can't reach you..

Which tick on the clock,

will allow us together?

One simple kiss,

would make this all better.

I remember the soft gaze of your eyes,

comforting my skin.

I'd do anything to feel the texture

of your sight, again.

What is needed to be done,

for this black night to slightly shine?

Should I swim through seas, fly through the skies,

maybe write a new rhyme?

Or is the only time to see you,

when there is a blue moon?

Yes, that must be it!

Tonight, I will paint the moon blue!

I will do it just for you...

So, good night, love and

I will see you, soon.

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