More Than the Moon

I thought it hopeless tonight.
Impenetrable clouds promised
to keep me from sharing in
your meaningful moments.

Disappointment found its usual perch
upon my ribcage,
settling into the well-worn hollow.

Just when I gave up
a merciful wind raced through
and cleared the skies
and the night was nearly day
and you at the center of it all.

For a moment, then,
there was nothing but
wonder and the tail end
of that wind in my hair.

And I remembered how it felt
to be alive.

And I realized what I
cannot live without.

So I stand tonight with
bare feet, upturned palms, 
heart open as can be,
pleading in words that are not my own:
"Shine on, O moon,
Shake out more and more silver changes."