Under the moonlight...



There was a time, when I was yours and you were mine
When love was easy and life was fine
The world was clear and bright
I’d breathe the air, and know you sent it to meet me there
I had no worries I had no cares
Just knowing you were there
‘til the morning light, dances in the sky
When the sun is up over my head, but in the meantime
Let the evening fall, on me after all
I know you are just up ahead, under the moonlight
Years go by, seasons change and the leaves go dry
Fall from their place as they leave the sky
And find a home below
The wind it blows, pages turn and the doors are closed
And all I learn is that I don’t know
But what is love without you

I had been listening to this song by Greyson Kessenich and I just can't get it off my head. This is one of those moments in my life when I feel vulnerable and alone. Exposed to the elements, I must continue on my way under the blistering heat of the unforgiving desert of the Red Sea. 

When at night, thoughts of my past lovers cloud my thoughts. I do know that even though I am looking forward to my life, there is nobody beyond the horizon who I could look up to and make me feel inspired. To strengthen this weary resolve of mine and make me feel alive and be loved again.

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