It has been so long! College has been great, and a wonderful opportunity to observe the world. I have always been very aware of my surroundings; especially people; and have found more, and yet less, than I expected.

But enough of that! It is time for me to write something to make you think! Hmm....
Here is a new poem I have written. I would love to hear thoughts on it. I rarely write this sort of poetry, so it's more of an experiment than anything else. Enjoy!

High above me sits the pale Moon,
Her beauty unwavering; her song a ray of bliss.
Unattainable is her purity to those who would use it for ill.

Her Gift is highly treasured. She guards it with her eyes.
It cannot be captured by fear.
Those who would attain it are shocked by unswerving zealousness.

I ask her why her light is hidden.
The white lady does not answer.
Instead, she draws a picture, writ clearly in the stars.

Then I see the answer! My heart fills with hope.
There is a Moon for every sky, it's light for only one.
And so I wait for my Moon.

I would love to hear what you think this is about! I'll give you one hint, and a sub hint :) : It is the sky speaking, and it is a man speaking.