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It's lonely sometimes every time

the moon is painted silver.

Up on this roof where the view is majestic

yet vaguely vivid from where I seat,

this feeling is special, a predilection

of some sorts.  I drink up this view

only feeling imbibed by the waxing object.

To feel it touch your heart even from a distance

is it lustrous in spirit.

A captured image in the sky,

a stolen moment to remember,

time stands still as the lovely moon

sails across the night.

The warming moon rays trespass

into my body to the very core.



This feeling...



slowly...



punctures me and melts my protective inhibitions.

Without a care I can smile



without a trace of appearing the fool...



on the roof...



watching the still night sky.