The Soul of the Moon

As I look up at the moon,

It looks down soulfully.

Shining less than brightly. 

'Who are you thinking about?'

It asks concerned.

'Just my soulmate,

A part of my ever destined fate.

A bit more further apart than he wanted,

A bit less mine than I wanted.'

'Tell me about him.'

'He taught me to dream the beautiful,

To be myself and say the truthful. 

His passion touched my very core,

The stubbornness is such a lure.

That intelligence has him stand apart,

And the short bursts of anger are adorably the cutest part,

Nothing makes me smile more than those sarcastic remarks,

But I miss him so much I can't even start.'

'What do you see my girl?'

'A moonlit night at the quiet beach,

With tiny waves washing of the soft  sand,

A white cabana with flowing silk  curtains,

A bed of lillies lit by tiny candles all over the land.

Maybe a little bonfire to light up the desires in those eyes,

Maybe a little smoke to clear up the starry skies.  

I see two souls intertwined for the sake of love,

A beautiful night spent in heaven one could never imagine of.'

'What else do you see?'

'A theme park floating in laughter,

A cotton candy store with some play after,

Hands held too tight to leave,

A kiss under the fireworks that leads to a passionate eve.

I see top of the world over the clouds,

The breathtaking view that leaves no doubt,

When he writes WILL YOU MARRY ME on the foggy window,

And the tears of joy that cloud for tomorrow.

I see a small white house with the red roof,

Fence, flowers and a little car need no proof,

To run the course of life in love and peace,

To complete the soul of its missing piece.'

The moon smiled knowingly,

The deepest of desires leaving me so lonely,

It wished upon a lone star,

To give the soul it's desire from so far.