My Moon

Tonight I took a photo of the moon. Standing beneath it, I notice how mysterious it looks with the shadows of branches branching into the frame.

And I wonder.

What does the moon see? Is she also staring back at me? Does she see in color or only shades of yellow or black and white? Does she long for someone to take her place? Does she always shine so bright or are there days she feel like hiding or simply turning grey?

My moon

My moon

So big and bright

So round and light

Do you also long for love

So far away alone above

Do you also wish upon a star

Or wonder why we stay so far

My moon

My beautiful unique moon

May we meet again soon

Do you shine so bright just for me

How I long to speak to thee

Oh how I long for thee to see








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