The Moon And I Poem by Sophia Engel

I was talking to the moon

Just the other night, 

Telling him how much

I admired his light;



And then without warning, 

Much to my dismay, 

The moon got all teary-eyed

And asked me to look away;



He said I had no idea

How lonely it gets up there,
Up there in the night-sky 

Watching lovers all over the world

Every night of the year; 



But he quickly recovered

And apologized in shame,
I told him I understood, 

As loneliness was my middle name; 



We exchanged our stories

Long into the night,
Comforting each other
Though long days and nights


Then the sun came up

And the moon dimmed his light.
But I knew we'd meet again,
As we share a bond
That only loneliness can bring 

Emptiness full of pain and tears,
That never seems to end 

And we both hide it well

Under the cover of darkness.

Now we meet each night, 

The moon and I, 

He seems happier now

From when I first saw him cry; 



When I look at the sky, 

He's the first thing I see, 

And when he looks down, 

I know he's looking at me.

And so it goes
Night after night
I give him my company
He gives me his light