Learning Love from the Moon
As the mayhem and tumult of the anarchic world dims down with the rise of the moon, why is it that all I perceive amidst the gleaming moonlight and the celestial darkness are not shades of gray but the blues of my desolate heart? What a comical paradox, I think to myself. The fuller the moon, the lonelier this heart gets. Or is it the other way round? Maybe the moon shines brighter, eliciting its presence, imbibing my heart with its essence. I see you, and I hear you, it conveys. Maybe it shines brighter for me, imbuing its amorous warmth to thaw the rime of this stone-cold world, gradually creeping into the fortress of my emotions.
Looking out the window, I ponder — oh, you epitome of absolute ardour, how do I confess that it's your loneliness that is birthing this melancholy. Standing up there alone, diligently every night, illuminating the world with your warm light, irradiating the love and warmth of the sun in its absence. Distant from the love of your life, denying the strong attraction towards earth, sacrificing your desires to keep your love safe. Your love is eternal.
Date: 2023
Tags: prose, moon, longing, love