My Moon

Most nights I watch the moon

Because she out shines all the stars

Which pale, in comparison, at the edges of my vision

The night is sleek black hair, that only accentuates her beauty

and makes me focus on her face at its center,

Impossible to draw away

Her face always glows, 

And emits a kind of crystal-like warmth that fills me

So even in the dark, I smile to look at her

So some nights I try to cast out a rope

To pull her in, so she sits by my window, to talk

And to fill the hole in me, left by another

But the moon sails on serenely by

And pay my earthbound fascination not a second glance

And continues heedless, just out of reach.  

Reviews

[Cole Troy]

I really love this. It's written so well.