She is patient, the Moon,
allowing the conversation in my head
to march through,
not unlike the exodus of clouds
casting over, around Her, passing
until, at last we sit seemingly alone
She and I.
Having our heart to heart
without words
despite the urban sounds,
She does not notice them
never loses her focus.
Saying, softly, patiently, in serenity
“be still with me
for just awhile,
be still, my friend
there is healing for all here
be still
and, let us have this time”.
With Love,
Peter J Quandt