You Are The Moon - Poem by Iohannes Silvaticus
You are the moon.
But no, faster.
In your changing love for me,
How many scimitars have cut me?
How many eclipses have I seen?
You were the one who blotted out the sun,
So as to have it's halo all around you.
All I could do was stare.
Perhaps if you shone a little less bright,
I might have seen the many stars that hung in the night.
But no, you had to be the moon,
Whose eclipse has made me
Just as blind as my love for you.
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