Moonlit Nights

I sat in my chariot of steel  
Wondering at the luminous orb of night  
Pressing my hand against the glass  
So as to empathetically imagine its lonely coldness   
And to remember touching the graceful curves of her face  
 
It haunts me  
 
She haunts me  
 
I see the full moon and I can look right into her eyes  
But no matter what I say or do  
I cannot get her to smile  
 
I see the gibbous moon  
And I imagine her head cocked to one side  
Trying to look me in the eyes as I sit and ponder the depths of defeat   
 
I see the half moon  
And I see her profile as I marveled at her when she was unaware  
 
I see the crescent moon  
And I see her turning away from me  
With the pain in her eyes hiding behind tears  
 
Her pain is even more visible  
As the salty lenses distort it and make it larger in appearance  
Like a wild animal when it is threatened  
 
I can't see the new moon  
But I'll always remember where my Moon was  
What it looked like  
And the light it brought to my night  
 
My hand will rest upon the glass in the place it always does  
Hoping she be full when she reappears   
Needing more light than any other star can offer  
 
 
 
*one of my older works*