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Night Watch

 
 
and just like the moon
I will be faceless, nameless—
a stranger in a blank sky
under cascades of falling stars
 
I will appear fleetingly
anchor myself to darkness
because that love is mine  
in the cosmos of my all.
 
Sometimes I look to the skies
to ask for meaning, and they gift me
a pen made of night, so that I may write;
so that these galaxies make sense  
 
because in me, there waits a little girl
with her telescope in hand, searching  
for missing answers in this void,
this boundless, endless space
 
she doesn’t want to die,
but isn’t keen on living either—
questioning great mysteries
where a silent orb hangs high.
 
 
Written by Northern_Soul
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