I look up to thee, Oh Moon!
You are out today, yea, verily,
This very afternoon,
And I with thee, this diurnal,
Walking and penning,
Indigo ink on sky blue journal,
But you are here!
A curious thing!
Does it mean I've become nocturnal,
Or rather, you have become a creature of the day?
Either way,
A miracle for us,
Antitheses to meet.
I greet thee with a kiss
And promise more where those come from
If you will but follow me home, Oh Moon?

-jenn