You are the quiet moon, Luna,
you speak little, yet you move
the earth beneath me with
each word you choose to say.
You rise and fall in silence,
and I learn your language
through the pull you leave
like tides within my blood.
There are nights you are full,
your light spilling into me,
filling every hollow I thought
was mine to keep alone.
And there are nights you vanish,
a shadow, a whisper behind clouds
yet even then I feel
your gravity, faithful as seas.
You circle without promise, quiet,
and still, I wait in awe…
for love, like the moon, comes,
goes, yet returns to the sky.
