Kissed By The Moonlight
My face is kissed by the moonlight flooding my senses; I no more can sleep when God calls me awake. Yet it is me who is calling, for the life within me is holy; it cries out to be present, to make me aware of the night. Shush, be quiet, just listen, just listen; it is a voice from my heart, but it is not how I feel. There are so many questions that are locked up inside me; I gaze at the full moon and long for only the answers.
Sighing I listen to what distracts me instead; self-pity is a feeling I know well like a friend. Oh, why can't I be happy with the one that I love? Am I to live always lonely or like love doesn't matter? I guess it will just be a dream that keeps me from sleeping; I will forever be like this, alone with the moon. And then I am quiet at the picture I've formed; a new voice comes gently through the small opening I give it.
Life will not answer to me, but rather I must answer life; I am startled and shamed for I have no escape. For love is a response to life, not a demand; it cannot be forced as though all it needs is your passion. And suddenly I knew my love had to be quiet and shy-like; I had to listen to what is deep down within me. Now perhaps I shall dream for I have found that I can; good night, dear moon, you will not keep me awake.