Sweet moon,
I wish you
could come
A little bit
closer.
Make my tide
Go wild
Let me peer
Into your
craters.
But too much
closer
And I might
get thrown off balance,
I might spew
forth lava
And boil
away this healing water.
Too much
closer and I might no longer
Be the thing
you once admired.
But even
worse for you
If you get
too close,
Dear moon,
I might tear
you apart.
Leave you
floating around me in pieces.
A cloak of
rocks to serve as a warning
For others- don’t get
too close.
