Lightwaves

I lay in my freshly made bed, 
Imagining how the sky looks
From outside my window. I
See light from the bright moon 
Shining through my curtains, 
Reflecting off my mirror and into
My hand, as if I am holding some 
Small sliver of the moon itself. My 
Eyes wander over to the moon lamp
By my door, lighting up my dark 
Room as the night hours pass by. For 
That one moment, I feel at peace; I feel
Safe; I feel at home with the moonlight
In between the crevices of my small,
Fragile hand. 


That small sliver of light then starts to slowly
Move away, as if trying to escape somewhere. 
It beckons me to follow, so I do; I follow
The light, now knowing where it will take
Me. I find myself slowly opening my door,
Walking quietly through the dimly lit hallway, 
Down the stairs and to the backyard of my 
Home. The light then stops right in the middle of
The grassy terrace, and suddenly, starts to fade away. 


I whisper words to the small light, not wanting it to 
Leave, but it speaks as if it must. It finds its way
Back into those small crevices of my hand, and
Starts to slowly dim. As its light fades, it reminds
Me how another piece of light from the bright
Moon will find its way into my heart, not 
Just my hand. The light grows dimmer and
dimmer until my vision becomes black
And impossible to see in the still night. As I lay
In my backyard, the words of that
Small light repeat in my head, 
Knowing that what it said to
Me was true. Every word
Was absolutely true. 

read a note from the author down below ——

I wrote this poem a while ago, but I never really posted my poems anywhere, so they just stayed in my notes. but I have been wanting to share my poems with people and didn’t know the best way to do it. So I thought, why not on here?

I don’t remember when this was written, but you can tell my love for the moon has been here for a while. I wanted to encapsulate my love for the moon in a way that didn’t just say “I love the moon, I love space” because I could say that forever and ever and never get tired of it. No, I needed a lil something different.

I remember imaging how when I look up at the moon, and it’s just me and him, I just feel so..well..okay. I don’t really have the words to describe it, I was much better at words before, but sometimes just laying down outside and just watching the moon, is really just something that helps me heal. That and the sun. But we’ll talk about her another day. ❤️☀️

Oh! and keep an eye out for the super blue moon tomorrow and the night after (8/30-31/23) bc apparently it’s going to be thr closest its going to be super close to the earth and a super big moon too! I’m currently in MN right now and we’ve already been seeing some really pretty moons the past couple nights, so I’m feeling like it’s gonna be a nice lookin moon tomorrow. Good thing I have my camera! make sure you grab yours 👁️👁️🌕📸