Life’s longing did something strange to me –

The moon became my friend from childhood days.

Whether I found friendship in people or not,

With the moon, my love sank deep into my soul.

Childhood passed, and youth quietly arrived,

Yet my love for the moon only grew stronger.

With each passing night,

I tucked a little more of it into my heart.

And now—

Why does the moon seem only half in the sky?

Perhaps the other half of its heart

Has stayed behind with me.

I still hope, someday,

It will descend in search of me—

The way I’ve followed it

Through every street, every corner, every night.

~ Dawn