Oh Moon, Your Shine Is Shy

We have this flirtation me and you-- never quite able to see your face. Watching you while all alone. Sometimes you write my night with scrolls of silken words saying love notes upon the dark sky. I would blast my way off to visit, find myself sick and falling free with foot falls that stir up dust. So very fine this dust, like powder for your nose; is this how you hide when you fall in and out of view. I could be tip-toe tripping as I skim along your surface, in search of the key to unlock all your hidden secrets… Fine jewels, maybe. Fine mist of watery wealth, a mother lode of exotics but even so I would leave you. Earthbound I am here to paint the moon like a shadow boxer, creeping toward bedtime. Icicle licked, that’s more than flirtation. It’s a foothold into tomorrow past all these years, I see you now I don’t wander the clouds of our lives.