Where the Moon Remembers

I left my dreams beneath the tree,
where silver shadows crossed the ground,
and whispered all the things to me
that no one else had ever found.

The moon was hanging low that night,
a quiet lantern in the blue,
and every star became a light
that somehow led me back to you.

I walked along the empty road,
with yesterday beneath my feet,
carrying every hidden word
I was too afraid to speak.

Then morning slowly touched the sky,
and painted gold across the gray.
I watched the darkness fade and die,
but somehow wished that it could stay.

Because some nights are meant to remain,
like little scars we never hide—
and some memories bloom after rain,
still glowing softly from inside.