To sit and watch the utter wonder of the moon
She tilts down and cries out;
“To be seen is to know, and I’ve felt hidden for so long.
To be touched, and to know love, I’m drowning in sorrow.”
I climbed upon her and held her. To feel her warmth in the darkness, she began to brighten.
Ah, here we are. A new moon.
-elb
This is the first poem I’ve written in 9 years. -Esmé