my moon

  I watch the moon float quietly above me. I have a longing yet at the same time I never want to be satisfied, because satisfaction means the end of something, a stagnant energy that I could never bare. I watch the sun sleep with the moon, marvel as they rise together over the ocean...these visions, these are my dreams I keep safe. These are the dreams that cradle my connection to God. As the violet hues grow softer around me I chase a constant wave thrashing into the sand. I graze my hands along the millions of beige lovemakers, I feel them on my fingertips and everything comes alive. I am in a reverie. The moon waves goodbye and I will not fear his absence, for now is all I have and I am here.