POETRY
Crystal Moon
for my sweet boy
Published in
Aug 5, 2024
where is that crystal moon?
your eyes searching
the most delicate blue
a small hand in mine
I follow your gaze
look up to the sky
there I see the stars,
lights of a plane,
is that Mars?
a vastness of wonder
this canopy of
immeasurable splendor
before we knew time
lived these twinkling lights
the glint catches your eye
while you peer beyond
I’m grounded to earth below
hearing the cricket’s song
you’re looking for magic
a glimpse
magnificence unimagined
but in those mystical blues
equally in awe for
in your eyes, I see the crystal moon
