Of silver and moonlight,
I notice my bed
bathed in the glow
of a hanging body.

Though the thought is morbid
when misunderstood,
I see the face of Luna
sleeping as I lie awake

and stare.

The ocean outside
is too beautiful
to turn my back on.
This apartment is perfect,
even if the world isn't.

I'm not really here.
It's only a paper memory,
but I was there once
with hopes
- - - - - - and dreams
- - - - - - - - and feelings,
- - - - - - - - - - -however fleeting.

I miss the sea
and see the mist
crash on the rocks
where I once sat
and howled
of silver and moonlight.

-Vaperfox



(I'm leaving this in my journal, because who knows when I'll get around to posting it as a submission.)