Mon Amour Chéri ~ Darling Moon
Letters to you pile up.

Darling Moon...Amour Chéri
I have written so many letters, I fear that they are piling up
Many nights I have silently brooded...perplexed by the heavens above
Beneath the peach blue clouds, I stood, as the moon hovered overhead
The sky embraced a deep blue and pleasant hue, enveloping the world
Mystified, I wondered why Moon stopped just a bit out of my reach
It seemed so reluctant to meet me, shyly looming, fixed at that point which prevented my need for a gentle embrace
I could not reach up and touch the warmth of her lovely face
Doe she not know how her presence could melt away the troubles of a stressful day
Or just be the perfect conclusion to an evening well spent in relaxation
Moon, I importuned - come on down...come sit with me a while
Oh! What a difference it would make to my aching lonesomeness
To clasp the moon to my breast, feel the blessings on a warm spring night
To fall asleep under the stars, knowing that all would be well with the world - clasped in grace and peace
If only the moon would finally descent from on high to soothe my troubled nights
Ensuring comfort, joy and a cheerful contentment for my heartfelt days.
Maybe tomorrow, my wish may be granted. And moon gracefully glides down on a moonbeam to meet me
I fear my letter is a tad wistful and melancholic, for on this night you slumber behind a cloud
I hope when this letter reaches you, the night is clear, warm and perfect for our celestial visit upon the moonbeams glow.
Yours ever
ME.
Oh, but what is that I see, way up in the sky tonight? It is the Moon rising. I see she got my letter.
I await patiently for her visit...how wonderful it will be...

When we finally hug.
About the Creator
Novel Allen
You can only become truly accomplished at something you love. (Maya Angelou). Genuine accomplishment is not about financial gain, but about dedicating oneself to activities that bring joy and fulfillment.



Comments (4)
Would be nice to have a visit from the moon, whimsical thoughts.
Novel, This is Moon speaking and I’m free for hugs a wuggsies tonight! Keep an eye out for me, I don’t want my moon beams sending me crashing into the wrong house! Always, The Moon 🌙 ✨
Beautiful, and magical! Love it, Allen! 💖🌟
Quite a love letter I can’t explain why but that very last line conveys such a sense of longing