The moon has known me my whole life.
Seen me weep and howl.
It has kept my secrets when I whisper kindly to it.
It has silently taken all the anger I scream at it.
And I have written stories about its splendour, praised it for its serenity.
But I can honestly say, I know nothing of its life.
I know nothing of how its craters where formed.
Whether they were carved by God, or hit with rock.
Why it...

The memories were still as fresh as morning dew, but by the time the sun is high above me, I know they will melt away.  

The memories were still as fresh as morning dew, but by the time the sun is high above me, I know you will melt away.  

The moon has known me my whole life.
Seen me weep and howl.
It has kept my secrets when I whisper kindly to it.
It has silently taken all the anger I scream at it.
And I have written stories about it’s splendour, praised it for it’s serenity.
But I can honestly say, I know nothing of it’s life.
I know nothing of how it’s craters where formed.
Why it shies away during each cycle.
I do not know how...

Here on a leaf my hopes reside. No bigger than my thumb it, at any moment, can be blown away. Yet I trust it to stay, I will it not to let the wind whisk it away with gossip from whispers never seen.
I ask it,
Beg it,
To not turn brittle and be crushed into the earth with its brothers and sisters.

I know, even a shaky breath will tear it away from me.
But I know,

I will...