Ink Stained Soul…

When I was little I would stare out my window and see the moon. Her sparkle dancing on the shore.
Drawn to her and the water by night and the sun and water by day.
Overflowing with joy the days the moon sat in the sky near the sun.
Nights I couldn’t see her from my window, I would push my screen out my window to sneak out to find her.
My teen years I spent writing about the sky.
Climbing out my window to the roof every night.
Sitting there talking, feeling, listening to music.
My constant love and support.
The part of me that has had this love affair she remained untouched.
My silver lining to life’s harshness remains in the glow of the moon.