You can't sleep
I remain awake
Tossing, turning unto itself
each wave in the sea
roaring at the moon
hung up unflinching
indifferent to the plight of the mortals
given to the pangs of longing
What the waves see
in the calm visage of moon
shining nonchalantly
playing hide and seek
each night leading up to
the full moon or no moon
a sliver hidden then
a sliver found now
I imagining you
next to me as if
A sickle shining in my bed
as I lay counting days
Sky can sometimes be
closer than you wish
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