The Moon Is Dreaming: A Poem on Twilight Loss and Irrevocable Grief

The Moon Is Dreaming

The moon is dreaming,

the moon is dreaming him.

 

The sun, the golden sun, had already sunk

deep beyond the horizon,

 

leaving me perplexed,

abandoned by the twilight of that day,

 

immersed in the sadness

cast over me by the tenuous,

silvery reflection of that moon—

 

at the moment when the inner-real of reality

envelops the world,

 

and you come to realize

 

that the thief gloating in the far distance,

where the sun had disappeared,

leaving me at its mercy,

 

was taking him away,

stealing him

 

from you

 

forever…