Moon Talk

She knows
the flow and ebb of life,
the high of joy,
the low of strife.

I think, while I
upon her gaze,
she's been here
long before my days.

 

 A steadfast compass

she's to me,
beyond just what
my eyes can see. 

 

I know she's seen

so many things:

wishes with tears

and dreams with wings.

And when the dark
obscures my view,
as so often
it will do,

 

her light, though veiled 

still draws me in,
her hidden glow

felt deep within.

 

Her fullness makes
my heart feel strong,
reminds me,
here's where I belong.

 

 I feel her rhythm

to my bone.
I know that I
am not alone.