knobby knees hugged
to her chest against the chilliness
to her chest against the chilliness
of night, her heart is warmed
by what the open window shows:
the faintest sliver of a moonlit
smile that hangs upon the blackness
of the sky, so subtle she can't see the cat
she hears across the room, asleep but
purring to a dream.
And in the darkness,
lifting up her face to catch its beam,
she wipes away her tears, and listens
lovingly as Moon, her own sweet Moon,
speaks through the breeze
with promises and secrets just for her
to calm her every fear.
(c) Ellen Gillette, 2016
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