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A/N: I actually wrote this a very long time ago, once upon a midnight dreary when I was bored and evading sleep, and just found it on my computer. Currently I'm putting off an essay, so here you are. I barely edited it at all, and I was never much of a poem writer, especially at the time when I wrote this, so don't expect anything marvelous, m'k? (:
Dewdrops on the grass at dusk
The moon high in the sky
Overpowering multitudes of stars
The celestial orbs
How they bewitch the mind
Hypnotism -
Magic.
My thoughts are nonexistant
Except for the thoughts of the shadowy sky
artistically strewn with gleaming white
--And those thoughts of her.
The way she traps you in her gaze
The gaze of an angel
flung, by some lucky miracle, from the heavens.
White.
She is the moon in the hours when the sun dominates the sky
Before the stars are visible.
She, of course, knows not of her hold over me.
She could never feel for me the way I feel for her.
An abrupt burst of light among the stars;
I glance up
barely in time to see a shooting star vanish back into the unfathomable ceaselessness of the sky
I close my eyes and wish as hard as I can.
Just as the first hints of pink sunrise can be seen in the east, I bow my head
And I wish forwhite.
