Feeding the moon

Found myself between the blink and the dark, Where the dream still hums like a half-cut spark. There’s a hole in my chest I keep feeding the moon, It burns quiet, like a prayer I said too soon. The years keep quiet about what they take, I feel it settle in my hands when they shake. Sometimes I think I arrived half-worn, Still reaching through the ache for something warm. Lift my heart to your ear, you’ll hear the tide roll in, Every lonely night’s a hymn I never meant to write, But I sing it for the ones still searching for the light. If time ever laid down, would it dream of us, Two ghosts in the dust, still begging for trust. I want to be seen, not saved or repaired, Just known in the weight of the love we shared. Searching for the light... Feeding the moon...