Dear Moon, Are You Listening?

Dear Moon, old lantern nailed into the sky,

I write at last and wait for your reply.

You’ve watched empires crumble into dust and stone,

Yet still you find me here, awake, alone.

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You’ve sailed above caravans crossing the sand,

A silver compass cupped in the traveler’s hand.

You’ve kissed wooden masts on the midnight sea,

And still make tides out of the dark in me.

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Do you remember the nights I was small?

Tracing your face on my bedroom wall?

I swore you winked through the windowpane.

A quiet god with a child’s last name.

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You’ve heard every wish that I never said,

The arguments replaying in my head,

The soft “I’m fine” that was never true,

The prayers I aimed at the stars—and you.

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Tell me, pale witness above my street,

Do all lost secrets gather at your feet?

Do lovers’ promises, broken in two,

Turn into craters shining back through you?

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If I confess that I’m tired and scared,

Of futures blurred and pasts that can’t be repaired,

Will you keep watch while I learn to be

A little more gentle with this fragile me?

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So take this letter, this rhyming release,

Fold it in light and deliver me peace.

If you’ve been waiting for my voice all along,

Answer in ripples of silver and song.

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Until then, keep glowing over my night.

Old faithful witness, my borrowed light.