The Moon Flowers

Your silence speaks louder than words

And your eyes soften to me.

Yet here I know we’ll never touch

For fear of what’s begun already.

When will my hope shatter

To the fact: you’ll never let this love be?

Withering away,

Closing to the day,

Those moon flowers shut from rays.

The dawn is approaching the eastern sky

And we glance to the west,

Kisses to the moon, goodbye.

The fragrance of the moon flowers is leaving,

Sweet perfume of a memory becoming wry.

My eyes close to the brightness of the sunlight,

Used to the darkness of night.

When my eyes open you’ve taken flight,

Leaving me with withered moon flowers.

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