In my darkened room
the moonlight filters through
the ***** window
the purity of it’s light untainted
I look up at that glowing orb
and whisper secrets
It’s distant flight, splashing
pure light upon the pillow
across the bed, and then
when I lay down, across
my sleeping face
I know it’s foolish
to ask the moon
so distant and cold
yet so vibrantly bright
to be my messenger
even still, I speak low
reverently, that it bring words
as she lay sleeping so far away