Like a quest that scans a deep, dark horizon. Or the night spell of hide-and-seek silhouettes tracing a yearn.
To touch the skin of the moon.
Forays

Nocturnal odysseys
Of dreams strung on moonbeams
Reaching out to embrace the sky
I fall into chilly folds of another
Desire, in surges of waves breaking
On rocky shores, will scathe my limbs.

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