Moonstruck

 

When I look at the moon

I see magic.

I hear laughter and singing,

Feel harmony and peace.

I reach for the moon

With my soul.

It is not there for my taking,

my pleasure, my pain.

I plead to the moon

With my heart.

I am speaking to myself.

I am alone and afraid.

I watch the lonely moon

With my eyes;

And I wonder if he feels the same.

I am alone and moonstruck.