Have you seen the moon lately? That luminous sphere who reflects the sun’s light; for he hasn’t a light of his own. The moon; whose presence inspires howling and kisses, floods and poetry; gazing silently earthward, spotlighting our deeds and dreams, keeping our secrets, making no judgments.
Twirling, yet going no where, he is chained to his course; a muted witness whose face pales as our silent tears fall, and blushes pink with desire as lovers fold into each other’s arms, naked and one, in his milky light.
Sometimes I feel like it’s just me and the moon.