A letter from the moon..
Distant, however bright.
Gentle yet alluring,
I am seen in your light.
Before your flame;
Cold, quiet nights.
I knew not my own name.
Watching from afar,
You, my stars.
Tell me, what makes you burn?
Am I there
In your view?
Or has your night grown bare?
A simple glow.
Donβt you see?
Itβs that to you I owe.























