A Dance song between us!

The moon holds a magic larger than life,
a quiet truth that "Change is Divine"

Each time its silver light touches me,
something inside shift
as if I’m being pulled closer to my time.

How can something so distant
be so impossibly beautiful?

How can its simple existence
reach into me like water to quench my thirst ?

I speak to the moon often,
the way one speaks to an old friend, 

softly, but needing answers.

Its purpose feels like comfort,
a lantern for my darker hours.

Though sometimes it stirs the deepest parts of me,
unraveling thoughts I try to hide.

Even when it stays silent wrapped in a glow
It can feel what I carry, 

And somehow, it can feel me too.