You live nestled in the cloudscape of dreams
Graced with your linings of liquid silver.
Fluid light springs forth in billowing streams;
Air catches light to know your sheer glimmer.
But how you set this earthly world aglow,
Bathing the commonplace in creation
In blankets of light that embrace us so;
Night after night, we know inspiration.

In your luminosity, you share light.
We know radiance in darkness with you.
You watch us shine with all of your might.
Our skin glows in your periwinkle blue.
Daylight comes far too quick and all too soon.
Beauty lives lost to the oft-parting moon.

This piece of poetry is a love letter to the moon. It would be a lie to say I have engaged in this one-sided romance with the moon ever since I was a little girl. To say that this has been the nature of our relationship since I was bare youth would suffice. Late at night, I would sit at my desk writing poetry in my journal. Gazing out my window, I would spy the light of the moon in all its sublimation. Basking in its gentle indifference, I accepted its company. Lamentation of my state was half-hearted when faced with the light of the moon. Appreciation of its lonely light was fuller, in comparison. Night after night, I sat with my journal and smiled quietly to myself in light of the moon. Man has long lived to romance the moon, in the cosmic beauty of her way. Shining for all but never herself; all the brighter in the darkest nights. I can only think of my mother.