Moonblind

A Poem

Illustration by Author

that night I saw your face in the moon
clear as the waxing gibbous
so close I swore the night’s radiance
was yours
the same radiance
I remember
illuminating my life
brighter than any other light

there you were, your smile
part of the sky

the cold air didn’t matter
as I sat squinting up
at the echo of your loved face

I stared until I was moonblind
until I couldn’t tell truth from fiction
until I remembered
that the moon always wore your face

I believe in moons that are gateways
in light that shines on October nights
in paths carved into black spaces
where souls travel, waiting
for a waxing gibbous
in a razor-sharp sky
to light the way home