First sight of the full moon I was struck by its coldness and moved by the Moon's brighter side;
I tried to sleep but a light shone brilliantly through my window pane.
Not a thing, just perhaps the lights of an airplane ready to descend and land.
Still mot able to sleep, close the blind to no longer see;
That brightness in the night kept me awake. Again peeking out my window I feel the cold of winter.
Yet, not at a distant to reach I'm transfixed by the Moon's brilliance staring down at me.
Stillness, glumly and chilled eye to eye, both the moon and I touching the each from the night's sky.
Not a blinking star in the sky; Universe big and wide only the Moon and I together know why.