The Moon

Night approaches you: your ancient father's shadow,
Primordial tradition washing over your
Luminescence in the darkness of another
Dimension. Keep delighting in your delicate
Glowing skirts and prettiness so pale suspended
Beyond in the obscurity of outer space.
All the smoothness and the scars alike displayed in
The atavistic night opaque: now waxing, now 
Waning, often hidden, always fixed so far off.
Your beauty isn't so despised while wandering
In this universe that thrives on different light; let
Your soft, reflected smile relay its lonely ray
In the solitude of twilight dear boy, gazing
Across the vastness of creation's gulf on fire,
Lit by flames that fuel dimensions drowning out your
Wan gleam, and seeing light like yours so far away.
Scream aloud in night so lonesome, shriek and howl in
The gloam of solitary hours, the longing cell,
While the distance that sequesters you compounds to
Become a measurement of time. But stay awake;
Wait. Believe a light will find you underneath light,
Akin to yours, a light unlike your father's plane.
Softer light once thought unthinkable, the light of
A smile refracted in prismatic eyes with yours.
Distance is but time, and patience is the hand of
The clock that's bridging, sweeping on impossible
Wings to touch one that's so far away; out gliding 
Beyond the sprawling skies and suturing the veins
Of the rivers. Minimizing country miles and
Connecting all the ends between your wits and gas
Mileage. Patience is the steadfastness permitting
All passion's kindling; patience is the lesson which
Puts the heart through its enriching pain, and patience
Becomes the season where an honest love may bloom.