Moon

A love poem.

I could never phrase the thoughts that enter
My mind as I write these words, nor could I
Seem to comprehend the way the stars were
Aligned that night. I cannot begin to explain
The crunch of the leaves under pointed shoes
Or to fathom the screaming blow of the cold
Wind, and the way it made me feel.

And I recall, above it all, that I can see the moon.

The one thing I recall that night is something
They will never know. The smile that played upon
Your face, and laugh that brought me to life
Reflected off the moon. The ceiling’s dead
Over my head, I know it, ‘cause I can see the
Moon. I roll up the stars as a map in my pocket,
Ignoring the barrier over my head.

You know that all I ever see is you, and your
Silhouette shining, and it’s all under the moon.
You know the cautious words I speak tonight
And let me play them out forever. As long as you
Are in my life, and I can see the moon, you know
That I will find my way.

But I do not know what it is about you that is
Imposing upon me, but I can safely say I
Find something here. And the night will
Speak to me as I lie, and staring at the moon.