A few years ago, when i was still a careless, yet lonely child, I would look at the Moon, & gaze at her motherly smile.
I would ask: “Moon, is there another being on Earth, who is, at this moment, looking at you the same?”. And her smile would become a bit brighter.
I would ask: “Moon, would you send me that person one day?” & in her eyes I'd see tenderness.
Sometimes, I would look at the Sea, & my heart would beat sadly. I would look at the shores & think that someone was sitting there, thinking that somewhere, someone was waiting for them.
I would feel the Wind whispering, blowing around me. “I love you” I'd say, & ask to the Wind to whisper it at the ear of that person, who felt as lonely as me, so they would know that I was there, thinking about them.
But nights passed...Too many nights passed since these times...
& now, I do not know why, but the Moon doesnt look at me the same.
& now, I do not know why, but the Wind is silent...
Maybe that after all, year and people have killed my dreams & illusions...
So make me a child again.
Hold me, & make me feel clean & safe.
Let me cry all those too bitter tears that I can't cry...
Make me believe in dreams. Make me believe that the impossible is not just an illusion.
Make me believe that the Moon still smiles, & that it's her who sent you to me.
Make me believe that you heard my voice in the Wind.
But do not lie...
For in my heart, a feeble flame is still burning. Don't make it die, or I will die with it, ~*forever*~.

~*The Mutilated Archangel*~

If you [Log In] as a member you can discuss this work with others