there, you are

 

A pale blue afternoon moon

tilted half afloat in God’s own blue sea

I wonder of you - half this world away-

if  this were what you’d see?

Perhaps, clothed in darker shades of evening

embraced by glows of distant stars

Moon listens to you- sister soul, ever

eager for warm breath of thoughts.

When you are in ebony, I in blue; reach

beyond the tides of this day

beneath the skin of all we touch

inside the tremored roar of busy life,

there is the voice that speaks all one knows.

There…you are

remembered from moment to moment,

whispered soft, sung aloud—you are

the poetry that lives within my words.