Cry for the moon
he whispered
into the crown of
her hair

the golden light
that sent shivers
down her
open arms

cry for me
she said back
breath but a wisp
voice caught and chained

he looked to the sky
not baring to stare
into her slated and
burning eyes

they asked too many questions
demanded the want that
he could not supply
she was one of them

the moon shone so
solitary in the sky
above and dripping
light against the darkened blanket

he held shaking fingers
to the sky
looked through the gaps
that seemed to large

she wept for the moon
that reminded her
of her own loneliness

even surrounded by stars