Moon and the star – poem

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By talking about „dying“ it’s not meant to die in a physical way. I probably wouldn’t have been able to write this poem then. 😏

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The moon and the stars

they seem so far

away but when I open my eye

it’s haunting me because after I’ve died

for the, I don’t know, first or thousandst time

I realize.

They are not just a picture in the sky

anymore and my eye is open wide.

I can see much more of the universe,

of the parts we all are,

when the night is not disturbed

by the sun although she’s the biggest star.

Oh, what a mistake to think light makes everything clear.

It’s the deep dark night that our mind is used to fear.

Oh darling,

there are no words to tell you from the beauty after dying.