My Friend

my constant companion
he is every shape
new to full
waxing and waning
a brilliant white
rarely
a vibrant red suit
“Goodnight, Moon.”

no photos, please
his good side is ethereal
and cameras can’t feel
“I love you to the moon and back.”

baby blue days
velvet black nights
bordered by puffy clouds
mirroring distant stars
“When the moon fell in love with the sun, all was golden in the sky”

never lonely
never lost
strength to command seas
gentle glow, never glaring
“Hey, Moon, please forget to fall down.”

every car ride
mommy, daddy, look!
it’s my friend, the moon!

“I sit by myself, talking to the moon.”

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