midnight musings

staring at the moon

so intently it doubles

vision wanders with thought

the others

staring at the moon

this witching hour

brings the ponderers

do they also exclaim

I am a facet of the all

I am a separate piece of a whole

so I can know of self and others

to feel less alone

staring at the moon

because knowing

I am the observer of the moon

and also the moon

is far too great

a loneliness to bear

are we all asking

why am I here

or are others more assured than I

the isolation of ego

could kill