Moon
Ahead of me
Stand starlit towers,
And a silver sea
Awake for hours.
In the distance,
They loudly drift.
A frail existence.
Departure swift.
Still he gazes,
Locks my eyes.
Begs lacking phrases,
And hesitant goodbyes.
Though he knows
I hold him dear,
As bright he glows,
I disappear.
For in near time,
I’ll be gone.
From his beauty sublime,
I’ll move on.
But never too late,
Just too soon to hide.
The odds in our fate—
I’ll see you on the other side.
