The Moon

a poem by thenorm

Here,

Alone and wondering,

Watching and waiting,

Holding life at bay

On distant shores.

She watches all,

She calls to none.

Suspended in the Cool Night Air,

I stop.

In my shallow life

Looking at her,

Wishing

I was like Her.

Belonging

Without wanting,

Being

Without needing.

I continue

On my search and see

The Moon as she looks down on me

And Smiles.