Poetry Yatti Sadeli

CRESCENT MOON

There's a scary sound

When the crescent moon darkens

The howling of dogs echoes

The sea eagle disappears into the dark vastness.

The wind whispers softly, as if harboring resentment

The stars refuse to appear, and the crescent moon is veiled by a layer of clouds

And the soul is trapped in shadows.

The night with a starless sky and your shadow that fills the space and time for me.

Your shadow appears with my nightly dreams.

I'm trapped in the shadows of the night that grip me tight

The atmosphere feels eerily silent

Your dark shadow hides, unreachable, far from my grasp

This is because you're with another love.

In the darkness of the night, my steps halt

My soul searches for your form in feeling

Searches for your voice in a meaning that's hard to understand.

Finally . . . . 

When the sky still greets me, even if just for a moment

I measure my steps, chasing your shadow

My longing intensifies because of your absence.

Yet I want to tell your shadow

About my longing for you

About the length of my devotion to you

About the whiteness of a wounded heart

Also about the sorrow I feel without you.

Again, the crescent moon darkens

Because a thin layer of clouds slowly veils it once more

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5 August 025