be with the moon
don’t judge her
question her motives
or movements
don’t read more into what is
like us, she is, and
like us, she needs no name
only a bit of light to exist
be with the moon
this fair april night
we too wax and wane, and eventually
give rise to morning
while the sun we praise and worship
never forget
it is the moon
that gets us through the night
Poetic Alchemist 