The Moon

The Moon's presence lights up the dark heavens. She gracefully drifts across the night sky, and I long to bask in her soft, warm glow.

But I am the Sun. I chase the Moon and generously receive precious glimpses of her elegant, captivating beauty, yet I can never be with her.

So I watch. I appreciate her mere presence and ignore the feeling of want, boiling inside me.

And when the Moon talks about the stars, I listen.

When the Moon calls me her best friend, I agree.

So I watch, wishing I could be one of the stars in the night sky.