Imagine the moon as companion,

and it will bring you ease on sleepless nights.

Smile at its quiet path,

its torpid, bright accord of lighted arc,

as though its delaying were willful –

-its timeless passage ponderous

to pass the time with you.

For if you find the moon familiar,

it will do what all true friends do:

it will ever smile back.

And, no matter what the world’s disorders,

what woes will weight your days and bind your nights to waking,

what griefs will clamor after you at night in heavy voices, as laden refrains in your heart,

what other departures, when lights you know in other hearts revolve and fall away in their own other, foreordained arcs,

the moon will always return to you.

The moon is more certain than even your own sorrows.

Think about it.

Light is infrequent in space — in existence.

Think about the unlikeliness of it …

the moon’s honorarium of precious metal,

moving and unvarying among measureless cold spaces to find you as it elegantly burns.

It’s almost inconceivable –eternity is mostly darkness, yet

your little corner of night’s nigh infinite black is made a rare and argent, kindled silver,

meant uniquely for you,

as bright, and nearly as beautiful, as you are.

(c) Eric Robert Nolan 2020