Every Night
A story in a poem about a girl who falls in love with the moon.
Every night,
She went
To look.
Every night,
She looked
To stare.
As the
Girl would
Stare,
At the
Gleaming
Object,
In the sky.
Every night,
She would
Go,
To look.
Every night,
She would
Bask,
In its light.
As the
Moon
Changed.
Growing,
In the
Sky.
As
Every night,
She would
Adore
The moon.
As
Every night,
The moon
Would grow.
Slow,
And steady.
As the
Moon
Grew in size,
She felt
Peace,
Below
It’s silver
Light.
As
Every night,
She would
Watch,
With
Glowing
Delight.
As
Every night,
The light
Never ceased,
To amaze.
As the
Girl
Watched,
Seated on
the grass.
She felt
Peace,
Under
It’s light.
As
Every night,
It grew,
And
Grew.
As
Every night,
Passed
Until,
It was
Full.
As she
Saw,
That
Beautiful
Ball,
A longing
Appeared.
But
Of what
She longed for,
She
Did not know.
Then
Every night,
The moon
Would shrink.
Then
Every night,
She'd shed
A tear.
As she
Went out,
Every night
Just
To watch,
Her friend,
Disappear.
But
Every night,
She
Would still,
Watch the sky.
But
Every night,
She
Would still,
Wait.
As she
Waited,
The moon
Waited
As well.
Before,
Appearing
Once more.
That night,
She
Saw
A sliver.
That night,
Her tears
Were
Of joy.
As the
Sight,
Of
Her friend,
Her
Heart swelled.
And she
Cheered
With glee.
And
Every night,
She watched
In awe.
And
Every night,
She watched,
Her love
Grow.
As she
Grew,
She changed,
So she would
Stay up
With the moon.
And sleep,
During
It's sister’s
Share.
Over time,
She would
Gladly
Watch
It grow.
Then,
She would
And
Sadly,
Watch it
Shrink.
And,
Each time
It
went away,
It hurt.
Even though
She knew,
That It
Would
Come back.
That was
The game
That they
Played.
As the
Years
Went by.
It came,
And it went.
It Came,
And it went.
Until
One night,
It
Did
Not return.
Her love,
Her world,
Was gone.
And
She cried.
And
She cried.
And
She cried.
And,
All She
Could do,
Was
Cry.
Until,
There was
A soft
Silver light.
And
the woman
Looked up,
To see
A stranger,
Who
Didn’t feel
That strange.
Her silver hair
Was laced
With stardust,
Emitting
A gentle glow,
In
The dark,
Moonless
Night.
Do you
Know
Who I am?
Her voice,
Was
Soft
And loving.
Her tears stopped,
As
Her eyes
Went wide.
You are
The moon.
Her voice,
Was
Barely
A
Whisper.
She nodded,
And
As she did,
The starlight
In her hair,
Danced
In the dark.
And she,
Knelt down
Infront
Of her.
Wiping
The tears,
From
Her cheeks.
Eyes
Met
Eyes.
Ethereal silver,
Met
Earthly brown.
Within,
Those
Silver disks,
She could
See herself,
Blossoming.
From
The girl,
Who was
Afraid.
That
The moon,
Would not
Return.
To the
Grown woman,
Who
Still now,
Watches
The moon.
As you
Have,
Been watching
Me.
I have,
Been watching
You.
You
Keep me
Company,
While the others
Slumber.
The moon
Placed a kiss,
Between
Her brows.
The moon’s Lips
Upon her head,
Felt,
Both
Cold,
Like the night.
And
Warm,
Like the light.
It was just
As she
Dreamed,
It would be.
All,
That
She had
Longed for,
Was
Right
In front
Of her.
And gently,
She closed
The gap
Between
Their lips.
The woman
Had melted,
From
Pure joy.
But
The moon’s
Touch,
Became faint
As she
Pulled away.
As much,
As I’d
Like
To
Stay.
I
Fear,
I
Cannot
Hold,
This
Form,
For
Much
Longer.
Tears
Filled her eyes
Once more.
But
My love,
I can,
Take you
With me.
You can,
Become a star.
And we,
Could be
Together
Forever.
She kissed
The moon,
Before
She gave
Her reply.
I would
Like,
Nothing more.
With that,
The two
Ascended,
Up
Into
The
Heavens.
And now
Each night,
They bask,
In
The other’s
Light.
About the Creator
Ben Ray
I have poems and series and one shots. I keep a google doc with organized summaries and listings of each story and all of the parts that I've posted.
docs.google.com/document/d/1peKsDklUnqcKA1MjpZpPpYj9WuR-XI5P0U4ajbckmTI/edit?usp=sharing
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