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