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?
YOU ARE READING
two thousand eighteen.
Poetryjust a little insight on how my life's going right now.