My Moonlight

By lupus tenebrae

My moonlight
...
beaming lustrous

through the twilit pall be-
fallen o'er
my nyctophobic mind; staying 'til

my nightly
fears diminish into dream
departing, with embrace,
for the dawn.

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Published on Friday, June 3, 2016. Filed under: "Love" and "Poetry"

Author's Note:

I don't like admitting this, but because of the nature of my past abuse, I have a crippling fear of the dark, but there's one person I think of every night that brings me enough comfort to rest easily until morning.