The Moon Shows All

The Moon Shows All 10/17/16


She dances in the moonlight.
The stars light up her dress.
I watch from a safe distance.
Wondering if what I see is real.

She twists in the night and
the curves of her body fill
the air with purpose and sense.
I am enamored by her calm.

A storm is coming and I am afraid
I will lose her to the rain.
I see the suffering in her eyes
and the unending pain.

Her white dress glows and
grows and the moon slides and flows.
Across the sky it sends a sign
that I conclude makes her mine.

Should I interrupt her reverie?
Can I breakup her nightmare?
What can I possibly make her see?
To show how much I care?

The moon gives me light and I go to her.
She lets me embrace. I am here and I will not go.
It seems a trivial thing. To be here for her.
But I know I cannot fix her anguish.
So I am content to hold her as the
silver rock washes over us.

This is all I can do...this is all I can do.