Thriving By Moonlight

Trapped alone in the dark,

I feel the whispers pulling me,

turning me down the wrong path,

trying to make me go mad.

Desperate to escape this Labyrinth;

to taste the cool wind,

to feel the colors of the outside world.

Using wings of bronze,

I break free.

Soaring over the ocean,

carelessly enjoying freedom.

The wind catches me in her grip,

and throws me onto a nonexistent island

where plants grow and thrive by moonlight.

Time never progresses.

Then I see her;

her skin, a creamy caramel,

eyes the color of hope.

As suddenly as she appears,

I drift away

in endless wonder.


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