When I Gaze At The Moon

When I Gaze At The Moon

When I gaze at the moon, 

I imagine her face resting

on a cold window sill as she gazes too, 

dreaming of the space between us.

She rides, silver, across billowing plains,

through hushed city streets, weaving her way 

back to me and I can see the twinkle 

in her eye, in the sprinkled stars

when I gaze at the moon.

– Amanda Hernandez

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