The Moon and the Dark

by Florence aged 15

There once was a soul with a golden heart
But it was broken and torn apart
That heart, once filled with love
Belonged to an angel, sent from above

The soul found peace in the dark
The soul so broken, lost its spark
It found love in the moonlight
As it was simply not ready
for the sun, so bright

The moon was gentle and kind
It brought peace to the soul’s mind
It loved the little soul
It made it complete and feel whole

The moon was surrounded by countless stars
They lit the soul too, and its scars
It made the soul feel bare
And the moon was aware

Yet there wasn’t much the moon could do
As it loved the stars and their light too
It tried its best to make all feel fine
But didn’t realise it had lost its shine

The soul was left in the dark
Hopelessly searching for its spark
It tried to shine like all other stars
Trying to fight lost wars

It broke more and felt hurt
The broken feeling that couldn’t be cured
But then the moon returned and shone once again
Healing the soul a little
and some of the pain

A little love was all it fed
To heal the broken heart that bled
Once again the soul found peace
Now it could deal with the pain, love would ease

The moon promised it wouldn’t leave again, never
It would love the soul always and forever
The moon and the soul now alone
And once again the soul shone.

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