Hello, old friend. I see you’re turning gibbous for me again. You oblong pearl in the inky sea. I trace your arc tonight Across my universe But I am lost to you— Here, loving you, And weeping a little From my big blue marble. Not sadness, at your Missing me But awe at your majesty. I understand— Your journey is long And never-ending. I do not mind— Schedules must be met, Lovers need their silver, Dreams need their spark— And cows must clear their hurdles! But oh! to touch your hand— For a glance I'd come to you But for these feet buried in the land, Eyes lifted to you in heaven Hanging in silent orbit, Inspiring my dreams. If you sent me your pillow, Upon which you dream— I'd trade you mine And there we'd meet On some ethereal plane Frolicking in midnight stars. Nevertheless, I am thankful for your grace And the hope with which I am filled Each time you crest my horizon. Thank you for reflecting glory Upon my face, And those I love.