Under the Moon Light.

Photo taken by Amanda Dalmas.

I can feel you looking up at the moon tonight.
Under the canopy of the stars, we trod the same Earth,
but sleep in different beds.
I look up at the moon and find comfort that it shines on you as well.
I often wonder what dark spells and incantations you will be saying tonight.
Errant spirits sent to and fro,
an invisible army at your command.
Although I have the eyes to see spirits, sometimes,
your unseen army eludes my penetrating gaze.
But I still see you.
You…