A hand reached out,
out the window I climbed,
over the fence I jumped,
to where the white hand once was,
there I found the moon;
marble white, a dazzling bright;
among the midnight hue,
sipping on coffee;
by the crackling bonfire.
I took a seat beside,
the burning flames,
sweltering hot waves of air,
against my flushed cheeks;
yet the crater-lad moon,
and his cold glare;
left me freezing;
gasping for breath.
only later did I find;
how amiable he was,
as we talked;
the moons glare once cold;
melted to gentle round eyes,
brimming with innocence.
as time went on,
and the clock chimed;
the arrival of day,
the moon thinned;
faded to a translucent white,
we bid our farewell;
as the sun was soon to rise,
and went separate ways.
And only then;
did I realize,
I am more of a moon person,
than one of sun,
for he only ever borrowed;
and so did I.