I look for the moon, is she in the same mood as me tonight?
Will she be bursting through the darkness or be condensed to a sliver of hopeful illumination? She is the guide of my night and even if I don't see her, I know she's there and it's alright.
There she is, dancing in and out of the clouds, look, she is impregnated with the light! To see her in her glorious fullness is always to my delight.
Her ever changing disposition makes me feel alive. Come, hold my hand, and bask in her sweet glow with me as we will be revived!
It's the same moon that follows me that follows you. She has witnessed so many things from her position in the sky. If you wait and listen carefully she might tell you a secret of the ages too!
The sun is coming, hurry, lets hide!
There is no use, its light shines too bright, it drowns out the beauty of the night. When time falls, I will be there again to meet her at our favorite time, between the coming of the dusk and twilight.
Have you ever been enchanted by the mere sight of the moon or spent an evening with someone that was so amazing that you hated to see the sun come up because you knew that it would have to come to an end? Well, that was the inspiration for this little over- rhymey, admittedly amateur-ish poem. =) Originally written 04/09/06.