A Literary Journal For
Aspring Young Writers

the moon

like the moon, you fade and reappear,
casting a glow that feels both far and close,
a quiet rhythm in the midnight air,
whispering secrets only stars know.

i look at you, and i wonder if you see,
the way my heart beats just a little too loud,
invisible in a crowd i cease to be,
we trade glimpses, yet lost in the remains of the crowd.

but i linger in the silence you leave behind,
a shadow encased over the endless sky,
hoping you’ll turn, although i’m hard to find,
a quiet whisper where my feelings lie.

yet i stand still, determined to wait,
a moment in time i wish to relive,
where our gazes lock, praying it’s our fate,
i fixate on the moon, holding its warmth captive.