My window is rolled down to escape the heat
the ac isn't working well enough
but then again neither is the window
but the feel of going 50 is good enough.
The cd player pauses
and I look down the straightaway to home
too poor to be lighted
except by the moon
Crescent tonight
stars no where to be found
lonely and cold
so unlike me.
Yet, how many times
has the moon made me feel safe
part of a countless silent crowd
aspiring towards companionship
praying to the moon
round or sharp
lonely or surrounded
to be more fortunate than Her
To be surrounded always by love
more bright than the stars
staring at her and asking
"Why am I alone?"
praying to be better than her?
But who has acheived this?
Who has had a love that shone so bright
for as long as the moon has?
Ours is not for the eons as the moon and stars are
Hers may never be bright enough to illuminate
but always returning
always present.
How unfortunate that we pray to the moon
for a love like the sun
hot and bright
long lived and warm
returning every day
reflecting at night
always to return
always to fade
never to be forever
but long enough for us.
I look at the lonely crescent
and thank it for a love like the sky
bright and dim
forever and not
cold and warm
hot and cool
lonely and full
mine alone and seen by all.
A stop sign.
The only barrier between me and my sky.