Moon

Moon. You are not full.
But still so bright.
Awake with me at these hours (of night)
A companion so far away
But orbiting my world
Steadily watching over me and those I love as we all sleep.
Cloud. You obscure the twilight.
A period of obscurity, ambiguity and gradual decline
A traveling Samaritan you deliver somber to the soul, rain to the fires and water for seeds to grow
Goodnight. Be all you are and that/so you can be.
Until dawn comes to take away our dreams, I surrender to Morpheus, the shaper of form.

You are still, in this place
Moon. Cloud. Dream. Human.

- Sleeps