when i was a kid
i always wonder why the moon kept following me
is she my best friend?
my protector during the nights i walk alone?
until i grew older
and find her presence my peace
started telling her my secrets and dreams
sometimes we share our tears
we will talk all night
together we will fall asleep
the moon is my best friend. who is yours?
may you live well, rest well, and love well.
to better days ahead,
poetry art