One Full Moon

The loneliness and

the artistic features of the craters.

They share their feelings,

and take my own.

There were those nights,

when walking along that moonlit path,

fearing what lurked around corners,

I would gaze at the moon

and let it wash the tears away.

It is so far,

you could never get there.

Yet, it is so close,

reaching out your hand,

it would let you grasp it.

It knows you,

and it knows myself.

It lets you walk

along the path it lights,

and sees you reflect.

Every night I would let it reflect me,

for the longest time

shielding myself with its glow.

It reminds me of

quiet steps of mine,

a silent night,

and one full moon.