The Moon

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.”

 
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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.