'The Weathered Man' & other works by Diego Reyes

The Moon

As we sat with bare feet on the sand

You look to the December night sky

And I to your eyes.

Satisfied am I to hold your hand,

To call you my man,

Knowing this moment no money buys.

You hold your hand up, pinching the moon

And say "this is for you."

I tease you, and ask you how?

If I'm broke, and you too!

And you jokingly promised to have it by June.

Time passes, and your head is not on my thighs

Hair turned to gray, and color faded in the eyes.

Ambitious lover, I still laugh for you keep promising:

"I will give you the moon!"

Still time turns to tumbling,

Our last moment I watch you yell and leap

But now I weep

For winter dreams melted in spring

Your cold hand in mine - now Death's sting.

June comes and I'm back at our beach

I smile - hearing the words you would preach

Promising me the moon,

Saying you'd have it soon.

Ambitious lover if only you knew

I never asked for the moon.

For your words - my stars.

Your presence - my heaven.

Time couldn't take what was ours.

I look at your night sky,

And with a keen eye,

I see the moon - brighter than the darkened years gone by.

Ambitious lover, you make me cry.

I'll say a prayer and watch it fly.

To you from I,

Thank you for the moon.

Fly high!

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