[ TWILIGHT ]

I wonder
If the moon stares at you
The way I do.

I rack my brains
Standing under the November rains,
Struck by lightning,
By a thousand thoughts and reflections,
On what it means
to be awed by you -
Everyday.

I wonder
If you still look at the moon,
And think of me.

The stars still transmit,
They twinkle and sparkle
With the decaying echoes
Of the adolescent nights you spent,
From twilight to dawn,
From full moon to new moon,
And new moon to full moon,
With me.

I wonder
If the sun is to the moon
What you are to me:
Everything, everything.

It's strange that
The lost parks of this lost city
Still dazzle the strangers passing by at twilight,
Resplendent with the buried love
Of a thousand lost souls,
Of a thousand concealed promises,
Of a thousand stolen kisses,
Yours and mine included.

I wonder
If the shadows of the eclipsing moon
Affect you,
The way my thoughts do.

The lingering traces
Of your lips,
Like the fading chorus
Of an 80's hit,
Are embers to my freezing soul,
A fading essence of the whole:
You and me together.

On some nights,
The dwindling dream landscapes
Are illuminated by a fiery silhouette,
An enigmatic feminine form,
Giving me hope of a better tomorrow;
On other nights,
I am blessed with the intensity
Of a thousand twilights combined,
The glowing form taking skin and colour,
And the realization dawns upon me
That it is you, unraveled:
At the center of my dream,
At the center of my life.

I wonder
If it is a question of if
Or when,
Because as surely
As the moon rises after sunset,
Your eyes will meet mine again.

Till then,
I'll spend the twilights,
Whispering to the moon.

Till then,
I'll let the moon
Light up your face.

Till then,
I'll be strong as the sun,
Waiting to meet the moon again.

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