The sun rises in the east, it's
making way for a grand new day.
The moon, she leaves for some time
the way she gives light to the dark
to return to me the following night
shows me above all that she cares.

Night,
dark without her light,
silent,
not a sound to be heard.

I look up and see,
the glowing light
she's waiting to be seen,
to be observed
waiting for appreciation

sometimes she's not out
to me it means that the moon
has things to do.
Has things to see.
Things to give to other people
of the world.

Then some one tells me you're out,
again.
A sign of a new month,
a new cycle,
of the cosmic timeline.

When I begin a realization of anything
I look at the moon or,
I think of the moon,
and that's advice.

The advice that I need