I Miss the Moon

I miss the moon

when it runs away

I miss the soothing

I miss the moon

when the clouds are thick

I miss the softness

I miss the moon

when I forget to stop and look

I miss the strangeness

I miss the moon

even when it’s here

because the moon is a dream

enchantment is its way.

I miss the moon

except sometimes, I miss a part of me

that is far away

but looking up at the same moon.

The moon patiently

bathes us both in promise

and wraps us in clarity.