I love you Moon. You overpower me,
pushing and pulling the Red Sea in my veins.
You silently observe me while I sleep
piercing my body with your mystic rays.
Do you love me Moon? Show me your hidden side!
Like Mona Lisa’s knowing lips you goad
me past all natural bounds, inflamed to find
the face you don’t want anyone to know.
Love for you, Moon, is an ever-present pain.
You’re close to me always, but forever beyond hope.
I fear I’ll never stroke your dusky plains
or plant a kiss upon your dimpled slopes.
But still I freely offer you my mind
to use according to your own design.
By Colin Waterman
