Baylee

Muse

I long for you
as a wolf howling at the moon

 

Contemplating the impossible

as if it were possible

 

Taking the distance between

Earth and the moon

as if it were simply a muse

 

Bounding from star to star

floating within the space between

even taking the scenic route

which leads to your embrace

 

Or perhaps the moon is merely strides away

if we believe it to be so.