The moon I could touch

On the dark side of the moon
If there was a moon
I could touch
Would I feel the rock
Or the shining affection

As a touch down
On the desolate surface
Would I seek the rocks
Or the serene connection

On the side which is dark
Perpetually in the night
Would I flash the first light
And see my own reflection

A part of me stays there
Breathing, where there is no air
Feeling for you from here
And you looking up at me from there

Published by Echoes of the soul

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