I watched the moon rise last night
the sky screaming spectacular
couldn’t feel a thing tonight
just wanted her near me in the clear.
I felt the pangs of loss in the sky
owls lauding in a preserve in song.
I knew the sound would ask me why
what had I done, where might I belong.
I couldn’t help but want to cry again
wishing only that I might be wrong
If every moment I’d felt had begun
a new mantra, a settling soul in song.
These quiet moments under the moon,
would be lost in the shadows too soon.