~On Capturing the Light~ Shall I pluck the moon from the sky, and capture it in the attic of my heart? And is it going to make any difference As it already harbours a legion of stars? The sky won't look empty, I am sure Like it never does on new-moon days; The stars will make up for the absence of moon By liting a smidge brighter than every day. Then I will go to the lives of the waifs And unfurl this deific light in their tents, So that their eyes will rival shine of the moon And their lips will form beautiful crescents. For a better read: ~On Capturing the Light~ Shall I pluck the moon from the sky, and capture it in the deluminator of my heart? And is it going to make any difference As it already harbours a legion of stars?
