Some Nights

I look at the moon for what it is.
She sits with me through nightfall and beyond.
Even when she diminishes wholly into the darkness,
through the gentle breeze a reverberating silent voice exclaims,
“We will rise,
just you wait.”
We’re all just walking each other home until then aren’t we?

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