Darling moon
The circular shape of your pale body— engraved with dark, profound craters— assures my turbulent mind of incessant curiosity that darkness, undoubtedly, holds beauty of which many cannot fathom.
Your colorful aura corroborates that assurance.
Every night I look for you, darling moon, and I feel a sense of liberation. I am merely an infinitesimal speck of nothingness in a space of infinite, vast depths.
What is “real”?
You are a real tease with your intangible presence. Moon, why is it that I wish upon you every night of your most spherical phase?
Perhaps it is because in you I see Him, and somehow in Him I see truth, and if I speak to him loud enough and often enough then he will finally turn and face you as I have and at last, He will see my freckled face smiling downward into his heart.
I will be found.
Dear moon,
allow me to be you for a day. Give to me the knowledge of how it feels to be looked upon in awe; to hear the wishes of the lonely, the happy, the hopeful; the path-finder for the lost; the dictator of tides— especially the tides in His heart ( they will always be gently gliding along the contour of his heart— never monsoons or tsunami’s)
Tomorrow is the day, darling moon.
Another wish to be locked inside for you to treasure.
