Let Me Be Your Moon

Slightly brown, pink and dead in union with four eyes Conspired with.. Dream-to vision,Pain-to define All of this to create words to impress you... Only....if it was easy Mom ! It is hard to say if it is real for me.. As daily routine progresses. I am the same, yet not me Pretense at best- to say the least. I look out of window the park, the runs.. I wish you saw the same. in solace.... The moon is lit, as if celebrating the silvers Sent me a note- that life is content It's the way we see it Be it scars, or light- our call! So allow me be Moon for you Allow me to note your messages Though far away your soul from me Yet close enough to feel you breathe. ~Rumi