Conversations With the Moon
perched on the deck
by the sea I await
your appearance fervently.
reflections of you have me
caught up in a reverie
as you rise in the sky gently.
you are my confidante
my forever companion
my omniscient nightingale.
I can narrate to you
without feeling inane
a millionth time the same tale.
you watch everything
yet remain stoic and serene
and sans a touch you embalm me.
beacon to the ship of my life
in the blanket of night
silently you guide me.