To Luna
24 March, 2008.
Ah, Luna!
How I remember those nights
When you and I would converse for hours.
When your silver gaze poured light into my eyeballs;
When silken, silver light
And velvety black night
And diamond stars and filigree trees
Quelled the raucous day.
Ah, Luna.
Your voice was so quiet;
Breathing of leaves, crinkling of stream
Trickling under the moist dark air.
In your serenity my mind could breathe.
'Sing to me,' you said,
'Think to me, as I give you space to think
And sing.'
Ah, Luna.
It seems I barely glimpse you now.
I seem so far away from you.
The day has captured me, Luna,
And torn me from your contemplation.
Wait, Luna, my constant, ever changing friend;
Someday I will be free of the day
And be drenched in your silver once more.
