Dear Moon

As she rests her warm head on the reserved meadow I wait. As she descends I look ahead, waiting for you, Your imperfections, your craters that comfort me so tightly, As she descends I wait. Do you not love me, are you afraid? You hide behind those puffs that comfort you acting as a barrier between us? Don’t be alarmed. It is not you they want it is the new human nature, I yearn for you and as my eyelids collapse like the fallen ones who waited for you I dream. My light when I am alone, My direction when I am lost in the worst places of all- the dangers in myself, I will wait for you.