THE MOON

Somehow, I just never noticed it before

not in the way I did that night,
perhaps I never simply took the time to look up,

hanging motionless above Maroma Bay.

It was like a Dream and I carry the Memory with me,

Wherever I go it lingers as our Memory,
No matter how far apart we seem in our daily schedules,

No matter where in the World we Journey alone.

And to this very Night, and each and every time I look up,

And see the Moon or a brilliant star-filled sky,
My thoughts drift back to you and that incredible night,