The Moon Speaks to Me

Through shuttered windows

I can glimpse her beauty

She’s surrounded by a haze of light

The grace she expresses glows

We all wonder at her strength

To hold herself up

Alone

Every night

Just for us

Watching over us

Silently sleeping in her wake.

These late night conversations are brief

But I whisper to her

Secret sentences

She’s longed to hear

Since the beginning of time.

“You are appreciated, even in our slumber.

Thank you for letting us rest.”

And through the shutters

She smiles.

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