Dear Moon

I’ve been to many places, seen many faces…

They change, they lie, they deceive,

They overwhelm me.

I look for a constant, someone true, something pure…

And I look at you, Dear Moon,

You’ve always been there, on all the nights,

At least you try to be, even if a part of you…

I cannot look at the Sun, it’s too bright, too proud,

You filter it, you calm its energy, you radiate pureness.

I try to climb high above these artificial lights,

To reach a place where your pure white light isn’t polluted.

I sit under it, I walk under it, I contemplate…

I look down at the light you spread, so pure, so calm,

And imagine how beautiful, impeccable you would be,

Then I look up at you and see the scars, the faults.

You’re the same since I was a child, I thought you’d only one face…

But you too have another, a dark side,

That no one has ever seen, no one ever will…

You cannot reveal it; laws of physics forbid you.

I stare at you for hours, hoping to understand what you are…

Instead, when I sit under you, I understand myself better,

But I want to understand you,

I go to the beach…

When you are there, your complete self,

And I see the ocean, it loses its calm, trying to rise to you,

Only that it cannot, no matter what,

But it won’t stop trying, neither will you.

Do you need her? Have you been craving for her all these years?

Men search on you in their selfish quest of finding water, finding life…

What if you are alive, living with hope,

That one day you’ll get at least a drop of your love…