I'm in Love with the Moon

I don’t remember when I first declared my love to the moon

but I have been a faithful lover—through full and barely there.

I turn a corner and there she hangs

I shout my love aloud; or at least smile if others are close by.

A slice of light, she offers a golden seat in which

one could recline and read or simply gaze at passing stars.

At fullness, a brilliant orb around which I would

wrap my arms and press to my heart.

On wintry nights when she glows especially clear and bright

her glorious light warms my heart and soul.

And no words can describe the harvest moon

when she hangs in splendor on the horizon warm and yellow.

Some mornings she lingers pale and lovely,

inviting the sun to take her place.

And as he rises to his throne, she fades and finally disappears,

a lady-in-waiting for her return as queen of the night sky.

I found this part of a poem by Rumi, and it expresses so beautifully my love for the moon.

At night, I open the window
and ask the moon to come
and press its face against mine
breathe into me...

How beautiful is that imagery. It brings a smile to my face and joy to my heart.
Nancy (March 2015)