The moon

The moon illuminates my pathway as I walk down slowly
A giant nightlight
A natural satellite
A muse
It can be anything…
But most of all
It can change tides
Without the moon
The tides would be unpredictable
Messy
Choppy
Without the moon,
It would all be pitch black
Nothing in sight
No muse
Nothing to look up at and think
All of the what if’s possible
The good and the bad
The terrible and the unthinkable
The moon influences life as we know it
No more first steps or flags
No more ferocious fears
No more falling in love with it.
Just darkness
Silence in the night

As I keep walking along my path,
I think that if it disappears one day
I’ll like to look at it now.
I stop and take it all in
Every single crater
Crack
Crevice
Every single face
Phase
Flag
And field
It’s there for me even during the day at times
Sometimes
It’s not there
But I know it’ll come back
The moon
Is what
We think of it

Big
Bold
Blissful
Beaming
Something to look up to.