I know this is bleak. I love the moon but I haven't yet given myself the opportunity to capture its loveliness.
This is a reminder of the power failure last night. Thus the late post.
I can't access my poem for the night so here's the closest poem I can get now, written a year ago:
The Moon Saw
The moon saw me and whispered a prayer
The moon saw him and answered with a sigh
The moon wept aloud in the silence of the night