Eternal

I will hold you close,

when your sun is unsettled;

and your sky is unclear.

When the winds dwindle and your heart is nettled.

But a void will remain.

A void you cast with the moon;

for you felt the need to make a change.

So you ran away to another too soon.

I will let you pluck my strings one by one.

Since I am a part of your artistry.

Till the time you learn, I will

help you set the thoughts in your head free.

But the moon would still cry.

Beyond the cloudy sky in pain.

For you would have left its side

to settle down with the rain.

The teardrops trickling down your cheeks

will be washed down by the rain you worship now.

Normalizing your sorrows.

Making you dodge what you feel somehow.

You say the storm is all you need.

The thunder is everything you feel.

The darkness cast by the clouds only delineates what you are.

But deep down you know that's not what will help you heal.

Eventually the clouds will remind you 

of the place where the moon once hid.

But would the drizzle listen to your clutter 

like the moon always did?