Good morning, Moon. I didn’t see you there,
Though isn’t it a little late for you?
You know I only ask because I care,
But I won’t tell if you don’t want me to.
It’s nice to see you when it’s not so dark.
Sometimes you even frighten me at night.
I shrink beneath you, dominant and stark,
Or hide myself to keep out of your sight.
But even now you don’t look out of place,
For blue’s your color just as much as black.
I love the softer features of your face;
I feel your warmth in every scar and crack.
And now you need your rest; it’s almost noon.
Farewell for now — we’ll see each other soon.