la Lune

بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْمِ

it's not always that one's Moon can be full in the sky, sometimes it's just a sliver, not nearly as much to know as when, on occasional orbits, it comes far closer than others. like the tides, so too exist lunar phases, visibility not always crystalline in clarity, some moments it might only be light permeating from behind clouds, to tell what celestial body hangs in the not-too-far vicinity. i know this, have long studied the Moon and her phases, carefully plotting its orbits and paths, trying to predict its next vision, like a meteor shower or comet's tail, heavenly events brought nearer to this earth-faring pedestrian. i might have lamented how, with these feet stuck to ground, i could not simply fly my way to the position in the space, where precisely you might be found. but i know the price of collisions premature or ill-timed in sequence, near-misses or mere craters, evidences of past attempted attempts stay fresh on my surfaces, memory one of the means by which my Creator reminds His wayfarer, to tread lightly the road taken by one seeking to hold Love in his hand forever. so this one waits until that second arrives, where his Maker erases the clouds and lets form and light combine, coalescing in those human eyes, his painting complete when there again she shines.