My dear moon

My dear moon,

They say you are a god,

the protector of the night,

the light that guides the way.

I walk where your worshippers once trod.

They talk of power and omnipotence,

you are brighter than any star,

and more gorgeous than any woman,

I look out my window, you hover over the picket fence.

They speak your name on Halloween night,

you enchant the sky,

a glow so mysterious once a year,

I try to touch you - you're out of reach, just quite.

They whisper things about you, moon,

your strength and your glory,

the wonder you hold for those who witness you.

I love you, the way honey loves a spoon.