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.