Sent to the Moon, C/O Loneliness

Dear Moon,

I write you from this still hour,

when every earthly form

is a silhouette against your brilliance.

You preside, a stark and single eye

in the profound blackness.

I have come to you with my small griefs

the way one brings a broken thing

to a jeweler of infinite patience.

You do not speak

yet you contain the whole history

of human longing

the sighs of countless generations

drifting up to your surface.

You are a promise of return

a beacon for the lost heart.

I see you and I am pulled

out of my own small orbit

my own predictable path.

You make the ordinary ache

of my living seem like a sacred wound,

a part of the larger, cosmic plan.

You witness me now,

my small, fragile life.

Your light is a stillness, a soothing current on my face.

It makes the darkness bearable.

Tonight, I know you for a friend,

a keeper of promises made

to the lonely and the unmoored.

And so, I give my sorrow over to you,

a white pebble in a wide current.

Yours truly,

A Creature of the Dark