June 12, 2025

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Lonely at dusk

I woke up thinking of you.
I dreamt you were laughing
In the next room,
But there was only
Soft glow of the moon.

I think the moon understands.
After all, just like us,
It is just stardust.
And maybe, just like me,
It gets lonely at dusk.

It’s out there, alone,
Night after night,
Holding steadfast,
As years fly past,
And we turn to rust.

Does it dream too?
Or have things to wish for,
Or perhaps to rue?
And does it miss Earth
The way I miss you?

Golden

It’s peaceful here.

Before laying it to bed,
Fall has dressed the forest
In yellow, amber, and red.
And to complete the view,
The sunset draped it all
In the warmest, golden hue.
Let it all rest through winter,
And in the spring,
Perhaps we’ll try anew.

And as I let go
Of dead-end ways,
And bygone days,
And all that is now worn and olden,
I saw a glimpse of what’s to come.
And it felt warm,
It felt like home,
It felt like love,
And it was golden.