Moon Cradle

One of my mottos is “always look up.” On clear nights, this is especially important to me because the night sky is like a library - full of magic, wonder, history, mystery and possibility. On clear nights, I also often feel extra-insignificant and existentially essentially non-existent. Tonight, while looking up, I wrote this:

Daddy calls it
"the old moon
in the new moon's arms"

Tonight
the backlit rock
glows in color
Its smile
a white night light
illuminating my halls

Is it beckoning me,
inviting me in?
Offering me a hug
a kiss, a tryst,
a warm bed for the night

The new moon's arms
big enough to envelop me,
hold all my dreads
that smile
making me feel 
maybe the sun will come
melt some of my terrors away,
keep the shadows at bay

A hug
and to not sleep alone
just this once
new moon
please can you
cradle me, too?