MOON

Before you loved me

I was like

A fisherman

Cursed to

Float adrift.

Together,

I possess the happiness

Of an angel

Cleaving to God,

And how I wish

That I knew you

When young

But clocks

Are precarious

Windows

They mark

Where I’ve been

And frighteningly

Where we’re headed –

Towards dust

Though I believe

We are not body

And will, one day,

Return to God

But as the years

Fall like

Quivering leaves

Let my soul

Be your last meal –

But, until then,

You are

My comfort

Like a favorite

Pair of socks

Easy to take

For granted

But needed to walk

On icy life.

I was once

An infinite mix

Of blues,

And grateful

That you are here,

The moon

Is my library.

You remind me of lightning

Silently flashing and reaching

Wanting to touch the Earth

No sound escapes

Thunder doesn't follow you

And I can never tell

how far you've gone this time

I grasp for these moments

When I get to see something other

than empty skies