Supine, Looking At The Sky
In the stillness of a new moon night,
I lie supine, gazing at the celestial light,
Millions of stars, galaxies, and planets afar,
I ponder the mysteries of life, both near and far.
I wonder what becomes of souls when they depart,
Folklore whispers they ascend to the stars in the chart,
Do they feel lonely, yearning to reunite,
With their beloved ones, under the moon's gentle light?
As the day unfolds, the stars slowly fade away,
Descending to Earth, in ashes they lay,
But on a full moon, my beloved, so fair,
She asked me if she outshines the moon up there.
With love in my heart, I responded with delight,
"When I see you, my dear, the moon loses its sight,
Your radiance outshines the celestial sphere,
In your presence, the moon becomes crystal clear."
So, in the midst of the night's celestial show,
I lie supine, with love's enchanting glow,
For when I gaze upon my beloved's grace,
The moon itself finds solace in second place.
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