The Moon That I Am
Moi
behold ! i am the moon. i glower at you every night
watching you sleep whispering sweet words in your ears
through west wind or north, or south or east and i watch
you as your hand drapes slowly towards your pillow and
caresses it softly wishing i was made our of cotton to be
swathed in smooth silk and to be held by you cursing the
astral body that i am but thankful that i can watch as my
wind gently blows and your hair moves and you sigh in your
sleep dreaming good dreams and having fancy visions
behold ! i am the moon i shine on you every night wishing
you would notice how beautiful i look (?) wishing you could
hear my voice and not the wind so there are nights when
you toss and turn for the air is humid for the moon that i
am i get jealous of the wind who can touch your cheek
and run its fingers through your hair ...
behold ! i am the moon i watch and stare at you every night
wishing i could be the wind wishing i could be the rain
to fall gently down on earth to be near you as close as i
possibly can but knowing these are but illusions and i get
angry so i hide behind clouds not wanting to see you
feeling only frustration wondering how a moon can feel ...
behold ! i am the moon now i hide every night from behind
my veil of clouds not wanting to see you awake or asleep but
then i glimpse at your open window and i spy on you on the sill
searching for me looking at the skies a wondering look
at your face and i smile and i ride past by my clouds to
enfold you in my light and to bathe with the stars ... |