THE MOON

I could stand and watch

the moon for hours,
sometimes I even do.
My own private moon it seems,
illuminating my dreams
and letting me take a good look
where I long to be.
I’m not embarrassed by
the relentless stare,
as I watch the stories I imagine
unfold in her ancient face.
They always turn out right
on this stage of no regrets,
a beautiful rehearsal
for the paper thin hopes
of my heart.