for a class we had to make a concrete poem, we had like 10 minutes so it isn’t refined but here’s a thing about the moon
The moon is more than an indicator of time
it lulls you to sleep and settles the mind.
But when I lie awake or I can’t sleep at night
I think of the moon as my friend.
It lights up the world so I can see
but stays dim enough to let me sleep
and all of the kids send these cosmos their wishes
before they retire to bed.
While the dark can be painful
I can always be grateful
for that ever-faint glow
in my bedroom window because
only at night does
the mind come alive and
need someone, the moon,
till the end.