Luna Llena

A silver moon watches you,

Writhing, under,

Another night you can't get through.

If you know those itchy bones,

If you’re one of the many few—

Bargaining and betting

Their soul to see the day-

Hushed exchanges, deals in dark nights,

Prophecies, promises, possibilities.

You are a river gushing

Through a tunnel with no end.

You are a crying torrent,

A hailing godsend.

Our silver moon watches you,

Moving from full and vast, to new.

She’s seen the tides, how they change.

She believes in you—every phase of you.

Who will glance up to the skies again

At the same point next year,

Gaze at the very same moon

You once stared at in fear,

And smile- all at once, widely-

At its impossible light,

Knowing you made it out,

Out of that dark night.