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.

Grace, who are you?

Grace I know, is not a race

to the top

It’s a subtle glow and gold given to us

that trickles in slowly

but sometimes…needed EXPLOSIVELY!

To fill in our crevices, our voids

I know you see over me

And I’ll always know you were there

But I’ll never know how much you’d show

to come around

There’s nothing hollow in your absent stare

but hallowed yes, you are surely.