While the world was chasing the light of the sun
Basking in the play of uniformed hearts
All things daytime
Glossy surfaces and comfortable prose in well-lit spaces
She noticed some who quietly breathe at 4am
Who quietly ponder thoughts in the dark
Mirrored in their tired eyes
She noticed the light of the moon
Its ability to shine during darkness
Not when the world is well-lit, comfortably warm and knowing
The moon, its unique nature of sitting in the discomfort of the dark
Embracing fear
Yet still able to bring light
Hanging just right
Beside the stars where hopes and dreams are silently thrown when dusk departs and prior to the assumed arrival of dawn
In her quiet
She fell in love with the moon, its gentle touch and tender ways of giving light to those who dare to breathe in the discomfort of their dark
~Alisa Hutton