The stillness of the evening air
a soft glow from the moon;
My husband’s off to Germany, but he will be home soon.

It seems so large, and round and bright,
Just hanging in the black;
One wonders how the heck she learned, to poise herself like that.

The distant stars, although like suns,
Are not as bright as she;
Reflecting  brightly from the warmth which sol gives relentlessly.

I think she rides the evening sky,
Showing off her partner’s passion;
Her light revealing his light’s love; reflecting in her fashion.

Anyone who looks at her
Witness her love keeps her bright.
Without it, she would be unknown; concealed amidst the night.

And when they look upon my face,
They see the same bright glow;
And if they should ask what it reflects……
I’ll tell them it’s your love.



                                 by D.K.Walker