WE SHARE THE SAME MOON: a poem

Do you look up at the moon when I do?

or do you close your eyes and embrace the breeze,

letting the wind whisper against your nose?

It is true that we share the same moon. 

When the clouds whisk by,

do you wonder if I saw the same thing?

Did I feel the same gust of air 

that tapped you on your shoulder?

We share the same moon. 

When you find the star that we named together,

do you smile?

Do you feel suspended in the air,

like I do?

We share the same moon.

Quiet. 

When I think of you.

Quiet.

is my word;

The word I use to find solace in the 

midst of your safety. 

Quiet. 

I like it here. 

But wait.

Please tell me that you felt that too,

the cadence of our steady season.

The time allotment, 

coming to a close.

Can we make a new one?

2.2.

I think that is our aperture,

we had enough light for the evening.

And my hands were shaky. 

But i'll stop for now.

Until next time,

Peace.