The moon knew your beauty,
the sun never spilt on it,
only the moon knew.
Visiting by street light,
meeting by lamp light,
never knowing how the sun might cast
a shadow of your face.
Stolen moments,
secret words,
thoughts shared,
bodies touched,
hearts entwined,
but never in the light.
Yet the moon knew your beauty,
it knew your form,
it saw our passion,
the only witness to our love.
Never talking, never telling,
hints, secrets, silence,
sneaking around, quiet, hush.
The journey is short,
yet seldom travelled.
Our hearts beat by phone, by internet,
in time yet seldom together.
Missing, longing,
words felt,
burning to be said,
yet unspoken.
The distance so short,
yet untravelled,
wanting so much,
dreaming so much.
No words, no messages, just thoughts.
Thoughts of missing,
of yearning, of longing,
of belonging, of knowing yet knowing not.
Still the moon knew your beauty,
it smiled and told,
no one.