I used to be enamored
with the beauty of the moon;
the big white circle
at the night sky—
how it beams,
shines,
and glares.

I despise darkness
cause it's obviously dark,
dusky,
and dim.
Not until this night
put a glint and
ignite my soul again.
And this is the moon
yielding
hope and light.
The way it flickers,
Somebody's light at the
end of the tunnel.

Until now every time
I look at the Moon —
fervently and silently
praying
we're breathing the same air.
We are miles apart
both under the same sky
and the moon is you.
So are you.

/apart, away, distant