And your pale round face
Makes me feel at home in any place

If the moon wants to glow bright, I won’t complain, as I have been. Tonight, far from Brooklyn, it’s her I capture. Because she won’t have it any other way.

Because I have no idea how and that’s alluring.

Because I’ve been taking her for granted, resenting her light. And I know I hate that feeling.

Because she dances with the oceans while my feet are firmly on the ground.

Because she looks like a painting, though I suppose anything can.

But this painting took 20 seconds on all the wrong settings.

Rainbows in her light

Hey moon,
Come back soon

🌚