Take It
The moon hangs heavy in the sky tonight.
I’ve never seen it so full and low.
It dangles like a ripe peach from its tree,
Waiting to be plucked and devoured.
Take the moon from its place.
Bring the cold rock to life with your touch.
All the warmth it needs is in your hands.
All the breath it needs sighs from your lips.
Reclaim the globe you hung in the night.
Don’t leave it to freeze in the distance.
Carry it close under your shirt, close to your heart,
Keep what you’ve made near to you, and I will keep it near to me.