the moon, revisited

the moon
means something else to me;
i refuse to find it bleak- i watch
the velvet tapestry, sliced by the peak.
we are
the moon- we share a similar DNA,
reflecting energy
and so the night is lit by day.

we see the positivity that lives
inside the heart;
we try to pay it back
and so illuminate the dark.
we, as people-
not you, not I-
but all the shades of life united
underneath the sky.

for there is brightness
in the midst of
stillness in the wake;

the human spirit
sharpens still and
pierces through the snake-

the human spirit
hangs above and calls itself
the moon.

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