Amanda Hsiao, March 2012

A poem I wrote for someone special I lost last year.  Our time together was short, but changed my life nonetheless.

The Promise of Moonbeams

I kiss my fingers and blow
gently, up towards the sky
and you will catch it, I know
you, are the moon in this dark sky
far beyond my mortal reach,
unless I learn to fly
Still, I raise my hands and reach,
grasping moonbeams and starlight
filling the emptiness with each
Weight disappears, my body now light,
as if gravity has loosened its hold,
giving ground in our earthly flight
I breathe in deeply and hold;
a rare smile warms my face
chasing away the bite of cold
No longer sharing time and space
That knowledge was once so difficult to face
But now the moon caresses me with a promising glow
Someday, you’ll teach me to fly and away with you, I’ll go.

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