The Moon's Vigil by Rhonda S. Rossier

The Moon's Vigil

by Rhonda S. Rossier

The silvery glow

of a moonrise

filters through my window,

I reach for it,

it runs through my fingers

like water,

Liquid moon-shine

can't be contained.

It goes through and around me

as if I wasn't even there,

No matter what I do,

it can't be stopped.

Even when my world

falls apart,

it keeps its vigil.