Moon Song

by Rachel Bostock

If you had never seen the moon,

how would I describe it to you?

Could I somehow extract the glow 

it emits from the sky

and paint it, softly, to your minds eye?

Gently, I’d sing you it’s ancient song,

though it has no tune, nor words of its own.

But perhaps I could sing them into being,

just so you could know it

somehow…

Oh, but it is not the moon,

      it is my love for you

(and you are it’s tune)