Nothing has gone to my oblivion
Often, I see, and look at you
Adoring, and blowing blank kisses
Far up, or away, to however you show up
Through that vast distance.
Often, I wish to fly to you
Or dream of you
Descending down to me
Being a dashing Full Moon
And shining on me.
I wish you rose
And glowed to your full action;
They say your partial look on Earth
Therefore I fear…
But love you so dear.