{"id":285,"date":"2010-04-08T18:33:06","date_gmt":"2010-04-08T13:03:06","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.myrealmind.com\/blog\/?p=285"},"modified":"2018-01-21T03:29:23","modified_gmt":"2018-01-21T03:29:23","slug":"waiting-under-the-moonlit-night","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.myrealmind.com\/blog\/2010\/04\/08\/waiting-under-the-moonlit-night\/","title":{"rendered":"Waiting under the Moonlit night"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I stand under the moonlit night<br \/>\nExpecting something to have changed<br \/>\nThe light, the night, or just the living<br \/>\nA new view, or the old one rearranged<\/p>\n<p>Yet it was, but the same night<br \/>\nThe same, but still glowing, light<br \/>\nAnd living moved with same right<br \/>\nThe silence pressing in tight<br \/>\n<!--more--><br \/>\nI stand under the moonlight night<br \/>\nWaiting for someone to come<br \/>\nShe promised me, she would be here<br \/>\nThe thought, she wouldn&#8217;t, brings despair<\/p>\n<p>Has this been the story of my life<br \/>\nEmpty promises, and fake words<br \/>\nYet i stood, hoping something will change<br \/>\nThat to have loved her, wasn&#8217;t a mistake<br \/>\nBut this feeling still felt strange<\/p>\n<p>And then as if the moon came down<br \/>\nThere she came, as if gliding<br \/>\nThe face glowing, and a smile escaped<br \/>\nMy heart just couldn&#8217;t beat<\/p>\n<p>For all my fears, all my pain<br \/>\nSeemed unreal but justified<br \/>\nAll my life was not in vain<br \/>\nAll the hurt, and anger died<\/p>\n<p>As our hands met<br \/>\ni found myself burning with love<br \/>\nas our eyes came closer<br \/>\nmy heart was already racing<br \/>\nas i felt her heart<br \/>\ni gave up sanity in that moment<br \/>\nas our bodies embraced<br \/>\ni knew i had found love<br \/>\ni knew i had found god<\/p>\n<p>I just wrote this randomly, without any aim or intention, without any inspiration. Its just been long since i last wrote a poem, so maybe its unspent <em>poetic energy<\/em>. Let me know if its good!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I stand under the moonlit night Expecting something to have changed The light, the night, or just the living A new view, or the old one rearranged Yet it was, but the same night The same, but still glowing, light And living moved with same right The silence pressing in tight<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_exactmetrics_skip_tracking":false,"_exactmetrics_sitenote_active":false,"_exactmetrics_sitenote_note":"","_exactmetrics_sitenote_category":0,"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[6],"tags":[486,587,667,1154,1247,1267,1318,1402,1842],"class_list":["post-285","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poems","tag-despair","tag-empty-words","tag-fake-words","tag-love","tag-mistake","tag-moonlit","tag-night","tag-passion","tag-story-of-my-life"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/pwbDR-4B","jetpack-related-posts":[],"post_mailing_queue_ids":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.myrealmind.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/285","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.myrealmind.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.myrealmind.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.myrealmind.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.myrealmind.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=285"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"http:\/\/www.myrealmind.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/285\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":848,"href":"http:\/\/www.myrealmind.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/285\/revisions\/848"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.myrealmind.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=285"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.myrealmind.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=285"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.myrealmind.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=285"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}