MOONSTRUCK

I watch you,
night after night.
From frosty streets
and open windows.
Rising,
and then hanging
out over deep oceans.
You are a torch
out over the wild hills;
yellow white
and then the color of snow,
a circle that rises
and falls,
casting light on the black woods.
Then,
you fade between cloud
and dust;
closing your eye
a crescent of orange red.
You vanish then,
leaving me empty
searching the constellations,
wondering:
where did she go?
And why are you here?
Each month
you return,
faceless,
your mask a phantom
of the night.

MOONSTRUCK

Are you really her,
coming back?
One night
you will speak,
words
to put an end
to everything that went
before.
And then,
as you drip your wax
of tears,
I will close my eyes...
moonstruck.