I sit here in the light of the moonlight
Thinking of you.
Wondering where you are
Wondering…are you thinking of me?
Do you feel me the way I feel you?
As the light of the moonlight,
Lights my way, my page, my pen, my heart
So I desire for you to touch me, light my way
my pages, my pen, my heart
The moon speaks her heart to me
Speaks to me of promises
A promise of a future always believed impossible
A promise of a life meant to be lived
A promise of you.
She smiles at me.
She knows my heart.
She trusts my heart.
She sees all that is to come,
And she smiles upon me.
For she knows what I cannot fathom.
She believes what I cannot see.
She feels what I do not know.
She promises what is meant to be.