Making Contact

My eyes are always drawn to the

inscrutable face of the moon,

found easily as she sits in the night sky

alien and ever illuminating,

holding her secrets close, draped in mystery – 

Found if I follow the silver-lit path

revealed by her bright celestial light

on the surface of the dark sea.

Reminding me that we are not other,

we are made of starlight,  forever

connected in the cosmos

flying through space with the

hum of eternity in our souls. 

Climbing up to the moon – a series of bronze statues located on the malecon in Puerto Vallarta, Mexico.