Moonlight Lover

Poetry has an inherent vulnerability in its simplicity. This poem brings together my love of nights with my love for vulnerability - a night owl special.

Photo by Peggy Sue Zinn on Unsplash

I do not think anyone understands
my infinite love for the moon
light that beams through my window.
For the gentle caress of
the crisp autumn wind
that blows gently on my cheek,
as midnight nears and all else
is delicately at a quiet rest.

The moon holds my heart and soul
as my anger and grief peacefully
seep out of my pores.
She holds my hands as the weight
of all of the years passed
eases off my weary working shoulders.
She sees, and understands.
She comforts, but never overwhelms.

She is a reminder that there is beauty,
in places we do not think to look.