The Moon Lies

The breeze blows a tale

I refuse to believe…

The light from the moon isn’t real

Enchanting light

Constantly glowing

Either golden or soft bluish-gray.

Contented, I sigh

My eyes inhale hues

Peering through trees as they sway.

Confined here by choice

On grass wet with dew

Tears start to pool in my heart.

Words burn my ears

With outlandish lies -

Fear tries to pull me apart.

The breeze blows a tale

I refuse to believe…

The light from the moon isn’t real

I run just to breathe

Cool air, crisp and damp…

Desperate, I plead to the skies.

The moon flaunts her glow

Not warm like the Sun –

The ache in the air burns my eyes

I see a light –

A perfect, soft glow

Caressing with warmth I can feel.

The breeze blows a tale

I refuse to believe…

The light from the moon isn’t real

My path remains lightened

The moon shares her truth

Now all my steps are unsure...

She says she can’t shine -

She simply reflects

Whatever is given to her

Yet I felt her warmth…

She lit up my path -

Ensuring I won’t lose my way.

All of it lies.

She’s cold, hard and damp…

The dark will forever betray.

I have to believe in the breeze