in the dark night
I talk to the moon.
I request to be with me
when I am alone.

my loneliness asked me
where is your friend?
I said the moon is with me
now and till the end.

In the path of sky
the moon is like a traveller.
it goes one side to another
without any error.

It was a dark night
when I became a poet.
I stole some precious memories
from the shining moonlight.

The moon is like me
sober and silent.
I need it everywhere
every second, every moment.

Sofia✍️