Like the moon
Riding steadily
Through the month,
You slowly reveal
Your true form.
Unfocused I may seem,
A trifle you may feel,
For I engage myself
Leaving you single,
Searching for attention,
Searching for affection,
Constantly falling
Seeking a catch
When my hands were
Always busy holding
Down a pen.
But tonight I'm ready,
Ready to let my pen listen
To the unheard words
Blown from your sleek harmonica
Who neither twinkle
Nor own a color.
Tonight I will catch you,
Tonight I will care for you.
For you are full like the moon.
