It spoke to me, just the other day.
The moon. I saw its face again, shining its light
wherever I walk. It answered my questions,
told me I'll be alright, even
without its light.
As I walk, I get closer, nearer with each step
that sounds like a marching army in ears
of a spectator.
Though you're not here, I can feel you
pushing my legs to keep moving.
"Keep moving forward, towards the moon."
Towards you.
Soon I will be able to run instead of walk.
Give a butterfly some time to cause its effect,
so it will bat its wings as fast as a bee.
At the end of this, I see it: we will reign
each other's hearts. But don't forget:
send a card to the moon.
Say thank you.
Image from: http://montiljo.deviantart.com/art/Sleepwalker-175626767
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