And it was hard to find the light. Not bright like daytime sun. Lover of light, I can somehow miss you moon.
I missed the moon like I miss the stars. Like I need to look up at the sky and dream.
I see the faintest of lights. Which becomes bright to me and reminds me why the darkness brings light and now I like you moon, in all your beauty.
And the sky is a gift-
Linking up with #concrete words at sixinthesticks: Moon