I wait silently for the moon’s gentle kiss,
Wait silently for the sure feeling of bliss,
As night creeps quietly over the city,
I try to think of a response that is witty.
The moon is what I seek, I don’t quite know why,
As loud as a shout, yet soft as a sigh,
The nighttime noises make me jump,
My shoulders are tense, my throat in a lump.
But right now I’m safe in my bed,
My face a peculiar shade of bright red.
Myras Circle 