Hours and hours
Sitting under the starry night.
Staring at the serene moon in silence
Whose brilliance vibrates miles away.
It nurtures the blackness of the onyx night
And generates sensations of suspicion.
The one who sits next to me
Feels the same,
For that’s what connects us
Through an invisible bond.
That however far we are,
It will always last.
Lit Mag