Kissing the moon and watching her friends,
i smile and release this human pain.
i love this girl. i love her much.
her sweet innocence and perfect charms.
she stands above my forgotten doorstep and gazes down,
wonders at the world.
her friends are sweet but distant dreams. folk i like but never meet.
it’s her that rules & guides my world.
her pale face, so brilliant in its sternness,
but i can see the glint! i can see her cheekiness!
& Her modesty is mine & boy, tonight i am a God!
she talks to me you know; in whispers and secret riddles. she questions me!
she has seen my tears and seen my dreams, she has welcomed lovers & waved goodbye.
she has watched me skip across the night slain garden,
and laughed at my daftness and lost walks beyond.
& when i lie in some distant field, alone and silently philosophical,
she holds my hand & smiles for me.
i love her like my first born breath. for she is part of me. or i of her.
so much has she seen and so much to come.
she reminds me of my insignificance as she stands out there in utter perfection.
& she reminds of the truth. & of a beauty born; of life.
she is ever there. & she amazes me!
I look on her tonight and my breath escapes. Only an angel’s love can compare.
So i stand before her humble, & with a heart full of gratitude
& like a lover in the dark, with his girl encased in arms,
i smile & i worship her,
& i pray for yet another night.
~ Seeing the moon in all its glory above my garden as I return home
(c) Ed Simkins