Moon

I look at the moon and I dream. I share my secrets, my plans, my stories. I see it gleam brighter, glowing a little more with the hopes I carry. I watch a little longer and I see it glimmer again and I’m certain it’s heard the dreams of another. I stare in awe at this magical orb that has watched the souls of this world for eons, that has listened ever so patiently as stories were told, as lives were birthed and loves were lost. I marvel at its grandeur with a slight pang in my heart knowing that if we noticed her more, we would realise how connected we all are. How for centuries she has listened as we have revealed our souls and cried about our losses. How when our heart aches for another she is able to connect us and for that moment in time we are anchored to the same place and the distance between us will evaporate.