The Moon
I looked up from the cement world
and saw the moon today.
What a pleasant surprise!
He may have even looked my way.
I stood in my white cloak
Made of angels small.
I wanted to find my voice
But my body headed the call.
Every night I look to him
Wondering if he looks back at me.
Perhaps when I turn around,
He casts a glance to see.
Did I give him a smile?
Did my heart jump on my sleeve?
He graciously walked away,
Oh, the webs that we weave!
My mind tells me that he is dead,
My heart calls out to him.
I pray for him each day,
My hope never grows dim.
Only at night to I stand to gaze
In my cloak of white.
The small angles sleeping
Hidden from sight.
I speak in soft whispers
I’m sure he never hears.
I just wish for him to know
How I hold him so dear.
He loved me once then
Cast me to earth.
But my love remains,
And admiration grows from this dirt.
Memories of tenderness come
Rays of moonlight caress my skin.
Emotions never forgotten
But hidden within.
With my arms, I reach to the moon
Embracing the light cast below.
I’m sure he does not see me,
To him I am only a shadow.
I was surprised to see the moon
In the daylight, alive and well.
Tonight I will send him a smile
And in the shadow’s I will dwell.
- Mary Quast
- Mary Quast
