I see you moon
and I wonder
how many different me’s
have pondered:
Who are you?
Who am I?
What’s this all about?
The longer I stare
the more I feel
us all come together.
As if every part
of me is known.
Every thought.
Every whisper.
I am seen
and heard and held.
Safe. Loved. Cared for.
A car driving by
breaks our lovely bond
and I am reminded,
You are always here.
Away from the noise.
Love, peace and security are mine
if I am willing to seek them out.