The Moon

On nights like this, when there's nothing left
The window opens
I go for a long walk
And I stare at the moon

When it gets so lonely, noone understands
Throughout the city, the streets, the bars
Can't count on anybody
Nobody is ever there when you need them

Any shape or form, the moon is comforting
It seems the darker it gets
The brighter it glows
Guiding me, showing me the way to home

I love that

A warm comfort,like soup
On the coldest nights
The silence
As if its listening to my thoughts

No judgement, no advice or reply
The brilliance of presence
The moon,my friend

And I love that


©morozco11