The Moon, My Compass

Mia Gustavson

Snow-white light that caught the rain

Shone softly through my window pane

Staring at the moon, I tried to fight

The endless, blinding blur of night.


World soaked in rain like mind in fears

Water smeared the glass like tears

Heavy droplets sliced the breeze

And smashed against the quaking trees.


My fingers pressed against the glass

I traced reflection of the past

What once was truth was now a lie

What once was blue was ink-black sky.


I thought I'd been where I now am

Illusion all along, a scam

Dawn was much further than it seemed

At least thought night, the moon still beamed.


The dark-gray clouds obscured the stars

Like prisoners behind silver bars

They left a space for hope: the moon,

My compass, leading through the gloom.


I followed it throughout the night

I lead me to the sun's gold light

If only I knew it was pretend

A beginning disguised as the end.

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