I’d give up the moon for you

Self of mine once lost now found

Photo by malith d karunarathne on Unsplash

The moon will never be an uninvited guest.
I welcome it’s rising from the side of the hills,
spot taken by the sun in the morning.

I’m letting the hours pass, then peek up to make sure
the moon is where it’s supposed to be, shining bright,
hugging the valley this time, in its…