Moon

Mary Edeza D. De Leon
September 2, 2009

My sleepless nights belong to you
and only for you.
A vow of tirelessly
and never ending
adoration of your beauty.
My bed, pillows, blanket
and this longing room
are witnesses of this promise.
That as long as my insomnia attacks.
Till every whisper, move
and caress of the wind
that keeps me company fades.
Till the thunder grows tired
of breaking the velvet sky.
Till the morning swallow
your calming shadow.
Only to dominate the sky
again at night.
You my moon
will always and forever be
my lamp, muse and friend.