My moon, my muse…

All but absent for now, just a waxing crescent, a blade of light cutting through the glittery night.

Never forgotten.

A sleeping beauty, you will awaken ever so slowly, revealing your eyes as destiny dictates. I dream in your warm glow, the subtle moments we share, as I have learned to do through time, and thank you for this endless dance.

I will grow a little older but always a little closer, while collecting the fallen stars…