Moon—
I used to admire you
and confide in you, when I was a child.
Then, for many years, I forgot you.
Now much struggle wearies my head
and I again look to your sky.
Send me out, moon
so I may rejoice in your cold beauty.
The prospect of your eternal companionship
intoxicates me.
Moon, shine on me,
moon, embrace me in your long arms.
Heather Sager is an author of short fiction and poetry. Her recent work appears or is forthcoming in 45th Parallel, The Chaffey Review, Heavy Feather Review, Literary Orphans, Mojave River Review, and other journals. She lives in Illinois.
© 2018, Heather Sager
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