Moon Watching
We watched
The moon
Pale fade
Against the
Powder blue
Dawn sky.
As the sun
Rose triumphant
Over the water,
Teasing us with
Its first warmth.
You stood, one
Hand cupped
Under the moon,
Bathed in first light.
Your eyes reflecting
The sea, an image
I recall every day.
You looked up,
Whispering you’d
Pocket the moon
For a day and
Come back at
Sunset to put
It back in the
Sky before
Anyone noticed
It was missing.
I watched the
Moon that evening
Slow rise
As the sun
Sank in a final
Display of
Defiant colours.
But this evening
The moon
Was wearing
It’s sad face.
Because somehow
You had managed
To put it back,
But you weren’t
There to see it.
--
Moon Watching.
