Moon And Me

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.