two thousand eighteen.

Many Moons

So many moons and yet there's only one I miss.

The one that twinkles while the stars are tucked away.

Away in the atmosphere, away from anything.

The moon can tell when times are tough

So it shows up to spread the joy of its shine...

When everyone is asleep, dreaming about the things

They wish they could have,

The moon is there trying to guide you

Toward the things you need.

Craters create a beautiful canvas

For the things you can't say out loud.

Full moons follow those around who fight

To find themselves.

I follow the moon because i see myself

In her.

Trying to shine on the ones that need

To smile a little more.

Become a light in their lives

That lets them be free.

The moon. Do you see her?