Moonsong
A love note to a faithful companion through life
Hello, old friend.
I see you’re turning gibbous for me again.
You oblong pearl in the inky sea.
I trace your arc tonight
Across my universe
But I am lost to you—
Here, loving you,
And weeping a little
From my big blue marble.
Not sadness, at your
Missing me
But awe at your majesty.
I understand—
Your journey is long
And never-ending.
I do not mind—
Schedules must be met,
Lovers need their silver,
Dreams need their spark—
And cows must clear their hurdles!
But oh! to touch your hand—
For a glance I'd come to you
But for feet buried in the land,
Eyes lifted to you in heaven
Hanging in silent orbit,
Inspiring my dreams.
If you sent me your pillow,
Upon which you dream—
I'd trade you mine
And there we'd meet
On some ethereal plane
Frolicking in midnight stars.
Nevertheless,
I am thankful for your grace
And the hope with which I am filled
Each time you crest my horizon.
Thank you for reflecting glory
Upon my face,
And those I love.
I simply LOVE being in the moonlight. Especially on cool, clear nights like last night. I stand in the silver glow and fantasize about flight and drifting through the sky. Where would I go? Would it be cold?
That would be my superpower—flight. But, I could only do it at night. There would be some inane rule requiring reflected sunlight in the proper dose to be able to achieve levitation. Direct sun is too much. A new moon, too little. And god forbid I get caught mid-flight at sunrise.
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Thank you for coming here and walking through the garden of my mind. No day is as brilliant in its moment as it is gilded in memory. Embrace your experience and relish gorgeous recollection.
Into every life a little light will shine. Thank you for being my luminance in whatever capacity you may. Shine on, you brilliant souls!
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