Always, I am alone
In the vast ocean of love,
Drowning in its ever-rising tide.
But this tide—
It does not seek to consume me.
It cradles me gently,
Urging me to reach for the moon,
That luminous orb revealing herself at last
After countless moonless nights.
The tide hesitates, then whispers:
"The radiant moon of your being,
Her light weaves softly
Through the sandy shores of your heart,
In the ebb and glow of her waves.
She has always been there,
Waiting for you to see."
No longer am I lost,
No longer am I alone.
For the moon,
With her constant, tender caress,
Has found me at last.
Love, vast and unyielding,
Engulfs my soul,
Uniting me with the moon—
A sanctuary of light, eternal.
MyKoul
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