Can I just start my saying,
And thank you for being here
Or up there
And listening to me ramble on about you
Trying to find the words to describe you
And taking words from other languages to try to do justice to your name.
Because you are beautiful
In everything that you are
And everything that you do.
You immaculate piece of Earth’s own flesh
Circling us like a hawk in the sky
You remain at an arm’s length
Not because you can’t move any closer
But because that place that you reside in
Keeps the delicate balance of our potential gravitational ballet from falling.
My Moon, my love, my muse,
You give us and me everything we need.
Waters crashing on the beach, tides kept in a peaceful ebb and flow
Light at night when the Sun visits others.
You are the company I keep when I am alone in the dark.
And I don’t know why you chose pity on us,
Tiny insects who teach their children that you’re made out of cheese.
A bit of a random one, I know, but my God do I love the Moon.
In other news, I’m sick today and had to cancel the plans that I had and instead resorted to going to dinner with my parents at a buffet and eating way too much and feeling a new kind of sick all over again.
I hope you had a beautiful day, No One. I love you very much.