the moon whispers to us
she flickers behind clouds
and tells deep truths but
only to those willing to listen
she watches
and warns
and reminds us who we are

some choose not to listen
to her pale features
and they mock those who do
we do not judge
we do not argue
we pity their folly
we benefit from her guidance
and we thank her for her love

we find when staring up squint-eyed
her cycles closely mimic ours
and when she's dark and seems to hide
her kinship still echoes in the stars