Graced by the moon's ethereal light,
Captivated by its enchanting might,
I bathe in serenity, awash in its glow,
Oh, what captivating beauty does it bestow.
Through the night, I dance with stars on high,
A symphony celestial, harmonizing the sky,
Embraced by the cosmos, I feel infinite,
A speck of stardust, connected in this rite.
Yet, in this cosmic reverie, a yearning grows,
A deep longing for purpose, destiny's throes,
To transcend this celestial lore, I aspire,
Break free, soar higher, my heart's desire.
For I'm more than mere ink on a page's face,
A vessel for the poet's rage, in space,
A mirror reflecting joys and fears profound,
A canvas for life's tears, all bittersweet around.
But fate, alas, has sealed my destined plight,
Confined forever to these pages, out of sight,
Though longing to be reborn anew, anew,
As a pen, forever grasped by hands so true.
In strokes of their pen, solace I find,
A bond unbreakable, eternal and kind,
In their words, I come alive, I thrive,
A testament to poetry's power, to a writer's drive.
So steadfast, I stand, an eternal companion,
A conduit for thoughts, a harmonious union,
Bound forever to the hand that brought me to be,
A poem born of minds, forever, forever free.
©Julian
J