i was thinking of the moon

i was thinking of the moon. i was thinking of the moon before i thought of you.

it has been days since i last spoke of you. how have you been? i sent you a prayer not too long ago. here, i just sent for another. wait for it. listen.

the moon looks nice tonight doesn't it? it's plain obscure self hiding - hidden - from what it doesn't wish to see. maybe it's afraid. maybe it's afraid of its own shadow.

the glass feels nice tonight; as if it's a piece of velvet cut from a long....

i can see the moon on the glass but not the glass on the moon. i see you. but do you see me?