One Last Time

I want to see the moon.

The moon is a home that I can live in,
A place of refuge,
Rescue from heartache,
A bed of feathers carved into a smile.

The moon is my mother who cradles me,
My lover in white,
My distant sister,
My friend who waves when I see them.

The moon shines in my dreams,
Brilliantly glowing,
Lighting my sky,
And never leaving me in the dark.

She's somewhere up there,
Behind a white cloud,
And I want to find her,
Just to see her,

One last time.

Author's Note

I was watching the moon from a car window at 3 AM and thought of this...

Reviews

[Haley]

beautifully written. i felt like i could've been right there alongside you staring at the moon.