Maybe, Tomorrow, the Moon Will Sing

Every night when
I cross the ocean of sleep,
And the tides take me under,
You are there.

Waiting for me.

As I lay down to slumber,
I say a silent prayer,
To my lady goddess moon,
In hopes that she’ll listen
As I sing into my pillow again,
Much like I do every night.

I pray that she’ll listen to my song
For you.
I pray that she’ll sing back.

But tonight, there’s a chill in the air,
Something in my dreams feels
Different.

Because in the quiet place,
Between midnight and dawn
I hear your soundless voice,
Calling me.
Asking me to find you.

My lungs fill with water,
And I feel as though I might die.
But, as my body slackens,
And thoughts of giving up,
Float through my mind,
I think of you and our
Depthless desires.

I think about the night our
Lives shattered,
And you were taken from me.
My soul left my body
And followed you into the abyss.

I think about how I never got to say
Goodbye.

I wonder,
If pain prompted a voice,
Would it sound like you?
Because everything else does.

My memories flash like
Old movies in my head,
And I reflect on what was.

But before I close my eyes,
To fall into watery sleep,
I see your face, like a ghostly
Shadow,
In the depths.

Your eyes speak volumes,
Reciting every poem
I’ve ever written,
Through sealed lips.

You tell me that it’s time
To go home.
Time to let go.
Time to be free.

You kiss me one last,
Before the dream ends
And I wake up wondering,
Maybe, tomorrow, the moon will sing to me,
Before I sleep.

Maybe I won’t have to cry
Anymore.

©️KVP
Art: SkullHeads
Prompt:
“If pain prompted a voice.”
“Maybe, tomorrow, the moon will sing.”
“Sealed lips”
“Depthless desires”
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