The Moon

On the darkest nights, I see her in my dreams.
She is my solace in this lonely world.
Even though it's just a dream, even though it was never real.
A lie I choose to believe, an illusion I mastered.
I trick my mind and fool my heart.
But in the end, I am still alone.
The darkness never lifts, and the light never shines.
Her face is like the Moon, will you lend me some light?
We talked for hours, I smiled a lot.
But naturally, it all came to an end, after all, she was just a statue.
And I am the madman who thought he could talk to the Moon.

Digital painting and mixed media.

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