I had a dream I left the town I knew,

It’s dusty streets where dreams turned blue. 

I sprinted past the houses stiff and cold,

Their windows blind, their stories untold.

I ran from echoes, whispers, and vacant stares.

From faces etched with emptiness and lies 

And hearts that never learned how to beat. 

I chased the moon, seeking gentler light.

"Where do they go," I asked the starlit sky,

These unloved souls, where do their sorrows lie? 

Those who walked home alone, voices lost in the crowd

Those left behind when they tied their shoes 

Those who were spoken over and laughed at 

Eyes turned away, where life once had been

Those forced to walk in shadows, hearts held tight

Yearning for a place where all is soft and light. 

The moon led me through cotton candy skies 

Past the town where I never felt at home.

My feet sank deep into a field of dandelions, 

Where tulips blushed and painted nature's face.

I came across a fragile moth 

Wings like whispers, soft and old. 

I traced its path with a trembling hand,

Fearing its touch, a fleeting strand.

But for a while, it stayed so still 

The silence hummed with grace

As if the world had held its breath

And time forgot its hurried race.

I saw spiderlings weave their silken slings.

Their art unseen, their artistry ignored.

The stray cat's watchful eyes reflected shadows deep 

Longing for a gentle hand, to soothe its troubled sleep.

The weathered book, its pages worn and torn,

Untouched by curious minds, its stories mourn. 

I danced with them, a waltz under the moonlit sky 

My every step, a whispered song

To those who felt their world went wrong

A teardrop of laughter filled my eyes

Releasing the memories of my past life 

This is the story of an afterlife. 

~Luna