I asked the Moon

I asked the moon while waiting for you,
Sleep was drifting, soft and slow.
In the silent river of my dreams,
A tender face began to glow.

Half-asleep yet thinking still,
Perhaps I searched for something true—
The gentle warmth within your words,
The sweetness hidden deep in you.
The peaceful hush inside your smile,
A calm I always, always knew.

Each turn I took whispered your sound,
Each quiet moment spoke your name.
Though you were far, yet everywhere,
her message in the darkness
came from somewhere….

The night grew tired and fell asleep,
Even the ticking clock seemed near—
As if those tiny beating steps
Were echoes of your feet so dear.
And in the rustling midnight breeze,
Through the whispering air instead.

I asked the moon that very night,
“Has it seen her in its silver light?”
&
It smiled and softly answered me…
“In every night, it’s you I see,
in her eyes…
I read the silence
you hide so deep slice”

Now mornings fade without its glow,
The days feel empty, soft and slow.
Without her, time stands incomplete…
Every moment skips a beat.

Yet still my heart in whispers says,
“Perhaps tomorrow, we’ll meet again
We’ll meet again…
our breaths align,
&
all these half-lived moments
Will finally intertwine.”