My Moon And I
Amid a sea of stars whose vulgar light
But vainly fell upon my veil of dreams,
Cascading meekly in the murky night
The glimmer of their endless, soulless beams:
At last, My Moon! My lifeless eyes awake
Enrapt as she illuminates the sky;
These solemn years of slumber no mistake
But prelude to a tale: My Moon And I.
And as a moth is born into the dark
With no direction but the light above,
So too must I with fear and faith embark –
Entrusting all unto the light of love.
Whatever wild, uncharted lands we roam –
Her heart is my heart, and she is my home.