Oh Moon

Oh moon!~ here I am again, though I know you not the source of light – yet, somewhat, nearer myself you tend to open more in the night, shine less reluctant when the world seems further away from public less exposing perhaps, less severely judging your light compassionately muted, for sore hearts to freely pour-out not feeling so harshly evaluated every beat counted, every pulse needing guarding yours a seeming more sympathetic illumination~ than that dear, declarative inner-voice, my echoing wisdom of glaring remorse~ my long slate of failed dawns immemorial –