She looks up the moon
And sees it surrounded
by a blanket of stars
To her, the moon is her closest friend.
She tells him her dreams, secrets,
and her inner most wishes.
Many nights when she would cry herself
to sleep, she could feel the moon
shining so brightly.
It was as if the moon would be there
to bring her some kind of peace and
comfort.
Now, when she talks to the moon;
she smiles a bittersweet smile.
She tells the moon, “please watch over
him when he goes to bed.”
“Let your light shine on him, for safety
and may the stars comfort him, when his
mind is troubled.”
“My dear sweet moon”, she whispers;
“even though him and I are miles apart,
I pray that he can feel me there with him,
as I feel him here.”
“Please moon” she begs, “let him keep him
safe from all harm. And let him know that
I care deeply for him. And that I miss him,
oh so much!! Let him look up at you one
night, and see your beauty as you shine
through the night. And maybe perhaps
let me cross his mind often.”
Presence
The moon is here
not him, he and I
will watch the moon
from different
addresses.
.
The moon returns
peering through cloud
curtains like bright
headlights on a
miuntain road, seen,
not seen, then there,
not there.