I look up through my windshield
and there you are, shining through the night sky
giant cookie that you are.
I follow the moon to get the best sight of you
You do not come too soon, for night is
part of a day, and in my life
all days are nights.
Maybe I love you; I don’t know.
You’re like heaven.
You can be an arresting MOON within
my eyes.
I hold up my hand to catch you
when I finally park my car at
that secret castle in town
that no one knows about
down that long dark road
to take a little picture of you.
Good night, moon.
The City Bard 