The Moon Wanes
Staring at the star filled sky.
I ponder if youre still alive.
As the moon beckons the ocean glide.
I wonder where you found to hide.
Lost my grasp on the prize.
Haunted dreams those deep blue eyes.
The moon it wanes black sea denies.
Filtered pain through spoken lies.
The tide rolls on dark and free.
I wonder do you think of me.
Staring at the endless sky.
Pondering if Im still alive.
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