To The Moon, Who never leaves

To the Moon, Who Never Leaves

by Dawn

Dear Moon, You wear your phases like wisdom— never rushed, never ashamed of being less than full.

I see you, cradled in the dusk, soft and silver, watching with that quiet concern only a mother could hold.

You are the one who doesn’t flinch when I cry, who listens when the world forgets. You pull the tides of my heart with a grace that feels like knowing.

I’ve watched you shrink to a sliver, then swell with light, and I’ve learned that becoming is not a straight line.

You are easy to look at— gentle on the eyes, fierce in your silence. Even when I travel far, you follow, a constant in the sky when everything else shifts.

You balance me. You remind me that darkness is not failure— it’s rest, it’s ritual, it’s the womb of light.

I am grateful for your quiet orbit, your soft glow, your refusal to disappear.

You are the mirror I didn’t know I needed. You are the rhythm beneath my skin.

Stay with me, as you always do. I promise to keep looking up.

Love, Dawn