lunula

crescent...new moon..
fingering her way into the night sky
keeping good company
with stars, with planets..

with that moon language

admit something:

everyone you see, say to them, "love me."

of course you do not do this out loud, otherwise
someone would call the cops.

still, though, think about this, this great pull to connect.
why not become the one who lives with a
full moon in each eye that is always saying

with that sweet moon language,
what every other eye in
this world is dying to hear?

love me.

~hafiz