Don't forget to make a wish on the supermoon

Yet again with pesky dreaming,
Creeping in like mould.
In through sneaky crevasses.
I thought I’d watched you all die.
Held on like a fool,
To those old cold dreams.
I let you seep your fingers round my heart,
With a feral naivety I held you so close,
And I let you go with what was left if me.
I forcefully turned my back on you.
I had to.
I thought I’d be so much stronger alone.
Buy I cripple so easily.
I faint and flounder,
And I see her through the murk,
That once so dreamy child.
I don’t want to remember them.
I don’t want to be what I was.
The gleaming and the shiny,
Under so, so much dust.
Because that’s where all the wildlings played,
Where no one would ever look.
We used to hold hands so tightly,
And shine when no one looked.
We laughed so loud and brightly,
Because time was forever long.
We chased scary monsters,
And ran and ran just to be alone.
We didn’t need their lessons and rules,
We had all of us.
That’s when those dreams were fresh and bright,
With a youth,
And a howl,
And a glow.
They were strong and in depth and so deep in us,
We knew every sunset to come.
Each detail,
Each freckle,
Each minute whisper.
We were never, never to know.