I see the moon

Refracted infinitely

Reflected over ripples and waves

She guides night’s sailors

Over calm seas

I see the moon

Rising into midnight

Smiling her benevolence

Down upon us

Sinner or saint alike

I see the moon

As I stand between worlds

At the edge of the water

Ready to slip my skin

And frolic

The moon sees me

And does not judge

This creature halved

Between times

Finding my own peace

In all of this division ~ Caroline A. Slee