• The moon is romantic, she makes me long for love.
    I can feel it inside, churning, wanting to fly as free as a dove.
    It swirls and grows stronger.
    If only she were here, that I might suffer no longer.
    I remember her embrace, love flowing with perfect grace.
    If only she were here, that I might gaze upon her face.
    I lie on the grass, holding my desire and reaching out with my heart.
    The moon bathes me.
    A gentle breeze picks up, tenderly caressing me.
    I feel loved.
    Thoughts of her slip from my mind.
    All the strands of my heart that went out,
    aimlessly searching, come home and embrace themselves.
    They find themselves as the feathers of a wing.
    Complete at last my heart soars free.
    The moon is my lover, she fills me with joy