A night out, turns into a night I wish I had stayed home. The enjoyment I used to find in staying out all night with friends, has turned into despair. Nothing seems to feel quite as right as having you on the other end of the line. I look at the moon through flames and I see you. I see you, through the glasses of booze, and smoke, and I crave to be home. Home is where you are and I crave to be there. Your smile infects my mind and I’m lost The smell of cigarettes,

make me turn my nose up and there you are in the moon above me. The light casts itself down and illuminates all that is wrong in my life. You are there. Whether you’re a thousand miles away or right in the palm of my hand, you are there.

The feelings so strong in my heart, make me dread the feelings here in the night. You’re so far away, yet the moon above me is the same you see. You are my moon, and just as the moon has it’s own halo, so does my Angel. As I drive home to avoid the moon, a moon’s light is what awaits me there. Through words and feelings, a light, a light which illuminates my dark and brings me to a resolute distinction. Nothing will fill my night, quite like the moon awaiting me at home. Even now as I take up pen and paper, my moon casts a shadow below me. I take time to admire the brilliant silhouette of the man I wish to be for her. Nothing in this world could blurry that silhouette, and my moon will always cast the same shadow. Never had I imagined a time where the silhouette of the man I should be, would be different than the man I am.

On the darkest nights and the brightest days, my moon stays constant above me. I could not imagine a day without a moon and I pray it should never come. The halo shines for me and likewise, I will shine for it. No more a man without a shadow, but a man pursuing the shadow before him. A shadow cast by his moon, and a shadow cast for an Angel.