Sometimes I look up at the moon and
I see you
The black of night screams.
But through the darkest clouds
A reflection of the sun itself
Sits up on the horizon.
In the still clarity of withering
impending storms alone
The light of your face comforts me,
The sound of your voice
Shakes my core,
And my heart rolls alongside
The tides themselves,
To the will of your grace.
And as she dances
across the sky
In communion with the stars
I breathe in the cold air
With a smile on my face.