Poetry, the Stars; and whatever Space lies between

Moon

                                                                                 Searching-

                                                                       Something with this:

                                                                             what is Forever,

                                                                       which Shines at Night

                                                                                   yet Never

                                                                                      Bright?

                                                                                     Nothing.

                                                                                      Lifeless

                                                     items we cannot Hold, but we Still possess

                                                the meaning of Matter, which We've Yet to guess

                                               the importance of Words, which We Cannot speak-

                                                   Your Silver which Shines, yet Appears so weak.

                                                                                       Release

                                                                                    Your Smile

                                                                                           For,

                                                                                      By night,

                                                                                      I see you

                                                                                  Growing wild

                                                                                  Ready to love

                                                                                     Searching.