The Perch


It is so beautiful out on my perch tonight.
The moon has made her presence known by casting a wondrous glow over the town below, just light enough to make it look so peaceful and so calm.
Much like myself the moon has a perch high above the city
A place where she can dream and sometimes be free from the clouds that hide her light.

Sometimes I used to think of the moon as my one true love.
She always is looking over me and caressing my body with her soft pale light, stimulating my senses.
She knows my every wish, my every secret and every desire.
She knows.

She need not say a word to me, her presence and light tells me everything I need to know.
I know she listens and I know she understands.
I feel her trying to comfort me.
We often cry together at night about things that have happened.

She once made her arrival known by entering the body of an angel on earth.
She was a girl that was full of life, love and lust.
I thought it wrong to carry such strong and passionate feelings for another woman but soon got over that.
With one touch of her hand, the once golden glow she shone down from the sky quickly turned into warmth that coated my body.

She was my one and only.
She was the one that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with.
She was my everything.
She was too good for me.

The clouds have once again hid the moon from my sight.
The angel on earth has left.
A thunderstorm now lies overhead and I don’t know what to do
I have no shelter.

The skies crack open and the rain pours down.
Washing the world below.
She is crying
Those are her tears.

I cannot help her, although I wish I could.
The sun will soon come and she can then rest.
She will never return to me as my love.
She is my friend.

She must rest and so must I, for another day waits.
I will return to my spot the next night, hoping she will come.
Although she is not here on earth anymore.
I cannot help but love the moon.