Coffee Memories: Sweetened Black

𝑚𝑜𝑜𝑛 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑒

as i stare
at the big, yellow moon
i couldn't help
but feel at ease

i smiled at it
as it smiled back at me
trying to reach it
hoping i could touch it

but i couldn't
it's too far
i won't make it
even if i stand on my toes

so i put my hand back
on my side again
and admire its beauty
along its spreading fairy dust

and a thought came
if i could finally grasp the moon,
will it fit into my hand?
or will it fall?

i'm afraid it would fall off
and i never tried again to reach
i just stand on my ground admiring her
this way is better than nothing at all