Remember those pleasant times
when back then we used to believe the moon was following us
aside from all the other cars in the road
maybe the moon wanted to make sure we get home safely?
or maybe it wanted to tell us a secret up close
since the sun cannot keep a secret at all?
as we gazed upon its shining glory through the car window
questions of "why?" started to appear in my head
but it is when we only got home
my questions began to fade away like star dust
but now that is in the past when we were both young and naive
now I continue to gaze upon the moon
even though I had already been told by society that the moon isn't a chaser of sorts
bust just stays in one place before the sun comes in to take their shift
but can't a girl not wonder?
if perhaps the moon still watches with care,
tracing paths we no longer dare?
Though logic tells me it stands still,
my heart whispers it follows still
a guardian in silver hue,
casting dreams both old and new.
The world demands we shed such whims,
trade stardust thoughts for grounded hymns,
but I, defiant, hold them tight
these fragments of childhood light.
For in the quiet of the night,
when reason bows to softer skies,
I see the moon through younger eyes
and wonder, endlessly,
“why not?"