The Moon and I

I walk alone (or think I do)

I walk a solitary night

But then, the moon goes with me, too,

A gliding globe of silver-white.

The world is sleeping (or is dead)

The dark of shadows closes in

But moonlight fills my eyes and head

And lights my path without, within.

I fall asleep despite the moon,

Despite its sifting through my world

And dream of tasks to be done soon

While I sleep tense, my fingers curled.

I wake up feeling lost and torn

Certain that the moon is gone

The sky shows it is early morn

I see the path the sun is on.

But there it is, outlasting night

The moon, my boon companion still

Dimmer in the blue of sky

But never lost, never gone

No matter what new road I'm on

And neither she nor I know why.