Moon, dearest moon,
Waning, sliver, waxing, fullest...
My ever-watchful eye beyond the sky
*
Your luminescence—like joy—
differs daily.
*
Your constancy—like friendship—
ever endures.
*
Your temperature—like moods—
varies vastly.
*
How lonely you must be,
solitary in the vastness of space.
Know that I am here,
observing you,
keeping you company,
while you do the same for me.
*
My ever-watchful eye beyond the sky
Waxing, fullest, waning, sliver...
You remain,
Moon, dearest moon.
About the Creator
Julie Lacksonen
Julie has been a music teacher at a public school in Arizona since 1987. She enjoys writing, reading, walking, swimming, and spending time with family.
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Comments (2)
This feels so gentle and heartfelt. I love how you personified the moon with warmth and tenderness.
Awww, the moon would be so touched by this if it could read. Loved your poem!