The Moon & My Scars

          My scars showed me the moon tonight,

          as it's light reflected on my skin.

          As the night grew colder and the stars grew larger,

          more appearing the longer I waited.

          The sun loves the moon,

          so much it seems,

          she disappears every night,

          to watch the moon gleam.

          But even during the day,

          she watches when no one else can.

          And they both watch over me,

          as I stand alone in the sand.