The Moon

He says
Be careful with Fear.
Remember the moon 
Cannot emit its own light
But may only reflect the light of the sun.
(Don’t put so much stock 
In a mere reflection of a thing).

I unravel this theory
Over noodles and folded clothes.
I bask in the beauty of the day.
And when The Moon hits me
I am lost and afraid
Of the glow.

Then, all the things 
I have so diligently swapped with Fear
Become questions,
Dissolve as quickly as the sunset.

In the dark
The Moon casts a powerful eye.
Shadows move like ghosts in the room.
The fear is only a worried reflection
But I still want to wait
Until morning.