face of the full moon

 the face of the full moon

is the hand mirror

of the mother of the skies

on still summer nights like this one

she unites lost lovers

transmitting the silent 

fire of their hearts 

across the skies

each lover gazes 

upon the glowing round disk

and knows

someone somewhere 

knows they exist

their hearts grow

becoming radiant

spheres of light 

like the moon

reflecting another star

so that this star

may know it's not alone

someone somewhere 

across the skies

beyond the horizon

knows they exist

this simple knowledge

is a part of becoming

of daring not to perish

to be able to stand

in your own light burning

knowing you exist

—Lorena Wolfman