The Moon

A single window,
A single decoration,
For a single one,

One: who watches out,
To watch the world about her,
A stain lingers,

Tainting the clear glass,
Obscuring this one's vision,
Through which she sees out,

Blurring the beauty,
On which she gazes the moon,
deafening color:

These whites become brown,
The glowing stars: are put out,
Sky: as dull and dead,

Stuck behind these bars,
She wishes for a day out,
oh, one day: just one?

Dreaming of a day,
On which she is released,
From this cold prison,

A door bringing: night,
She walks to it: not stalling,
Pulling it open,

Moonlight, floods the house,
Drowning out all the sounds,
A breath taking sight,

Her eyes: round and wide,
Staring up at it's beauty,
She cannot look down,

overwhelming beauty,
Her heart cannot sustain this:
This beauty untold,

In the sky above,
Her heart explodes from color,
from this perfection,

From this distant light,
That shines so bright to her,
To her death she drops,

overwhelming death,
For ever more: Her soul:
is the moons bright rays,