Luna

the moon - i want to ask her so many questions. how did she find us? she has seen thousands of years and thousands of lovers and i am not fooled for a second that her presence is merely coincidental. a twirl of her fingers and she sends the tides crashing; i have seen her linger in your eyes. i have seen her light wash over your face - the moonlight looks good on you. luna, kind-hearted luna, twirls her finger and i am in your arms. luna, god of everything innocent, has shown me the fleeting moment when the sun can kiss the moon. you and i, we are not indefinite, we are not guaranteed; yet you are the sun i have been dying to meet. let me show you the stars.