The Moon

The Moon she smiles
Beckons me to go
To sit beside the water
Without a doubt
To look into the reflection
Of what seems a mirror
A mirror or tears
Filled throughout the years

I smile at what seems my past
And know it is long gone
Memories shift and pass by
As I turn my head to the sky

Closing my eyes to the future
It seems so bleak yet so close
For my heart to open
And let the dreams unfold

~ August 1., 2012