The Girl in the Moon

Priyanka Chiguluri

Goodnight to the girl in the moon, a shadow in hope’s iridescent glow reaching for but never touching shimmering stars that aimlessly drift in endless journeys. She yawns in the darkness and waits for daylight to dissipate her gentle soul into midnight memories, murky clouds that dim her opal eyes.

Every night she imagines and observes from a distance as the soft wind wraps its arms around her, carrying her to dance, freely flowing in autumn’s bitter breeze.

When I look at the inky sky I feel her kind presence and wonder if it's lonely to be so far away from home, so every night I whisper

Goodnight to the girl in the moon.