My life story

My moon

My moon

I have a song stuck in my head, but I love it oh so much
so there's no despair
I can sing this for a life and eternity
as well

Every night when I pray to the moon
Questions of you do invade my mind.

Do you think of me? Do you love me? Do you miss me? Even just a tad or a bit?

All the while I tend my gardens

But of course the moon, my moon won't answer me
But she can't help but to tease me

And glimmers; a winking of stars.
Almost like a morse code
A language I do not comprehend though I do try.

And when I'm done tending
The sun begins to raise in the east
And the moon sings goodbye
And I find a soft spot in the ground and take rest all the while singing a lullaby
A sweet song
A song of you
And then I wait for my phase of the moon to cycle back; the Waning Gibbous
And until then I will rest
And let my garden roam and grow freely

All the while, all I do is think of you and the song that is in my head so there is no despair.