Moonblind

That night I saw your face in the moon

clear as the waxing gibbous

so close I swore the night’s radiance

was yours

the same radiance

I remember

illuminating my life

brighter than any other light

there you were, your smile

part of the sky

the cold air didn’t matter

as I sat squinting up

at the echo of your loved face

* * *

I stared until I was moonblind

until I couldn’t tell truth from fiction

until I remembered

that the moon always wore your face

* * *

I believe in moons that are gateways

in light that shines on October nights

in paths carved into black spaces

where souls travel, waiting

for a waxing gibbous

in a razor-sharp sky

to light the way home

* * *

And so I wait,

each night a silent prayer,

for the moon to wane and wax again,

to wear your face once more.

For though time dims the stars,

it cannot steal the truth I hold:

you are the light, eternal,

guiding me through the shadows,

until we meet again.