Moon I

The moon hangs
In the pine branches
High up near the top up
Where stars move slowly
Across the night sky as I wake
Every few hours afraid to miss some
Celestial event watching the moon
Steady while the breeze moves
The pine branches back and
Forth across the silver disc
Remembering as a child
The moonlight pouting
Through my window
Watching moon
Beams silver
Moving in
Midair
Trying
To touch
Them as I
Have tried
To touch your
Heart hung in the
Branches high up far
Above my reach but
Beautiful to behold
Among the stars
Mercurial as
The moon
But then
I fall to
Sleep
Dreaming.