When the moon sleeps
It dreams of things
That has no meaning
To the modern man
There are wounds on its soul
That is older than the fragrance of time
The moon dreams
Of the past
Of things long gone
And memories best left alone
It is a lonely moment
Where the current ideas
Do not take hold
It dreams of old friends and forgotten lovers
Of revolutions long passed away
Of planetary motions
That has no meaning to its existence
It dreams
Darkness takes its soul
The other half still knows
The significance of the night
And if it were
To open its eyes
For just a moment or two
It would see
That dreams
Are no less than make belief
That its ideals
Mean nothing to a forgotten cause
For when it remembers
To close its eyes once more
It will fade
Into the night’s sky
As if the universe
Reclaimed what it once lost.
When the moon dreams
Spice and Nice 
This is beautiful.
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This is a beautiful poem, thank you for sharing! I also read your I won’t say I love you one and that is also really good too! (Although quite sad)
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This is the first time I’ve read poetry in a while and I’m so glad I came across yours because this is beautiful. You paint a really vivid picture with your words and this has reminded me of my love for poetry. Great piece, I love it!
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This means so much to me.
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