Written in 2022 – Page 8 – Hearts Still Care

If the Moon Loved Me

If the moon loved me,
He would be jealous of you;
And would keep you wanting,
Until you proved to be true.

If the moon loved me,
He would let me dream;
He would fling the tides,
And let them scream.

If the moon loved me,
I’d rule every night,
Fly with the dark,
Away from the light.

If the moon loved me,
I’d learn how to cope,
With shadows and fear,
With death and with hope.

I may be a poet –
I think it must be true;
Because I write in rhyme;
When I think of you.

It’s simple and it’s plain
That love makes lyrics flow;
I’ve read poets in love
And think it must be so.

But you don’t like to write,
Or read my contrived rhyme –
So then are you in love?
Or am I wasting time?

Or maybe I am bad,
In words and loving you?
I think I am a poet –
But now don’t know what’s true
?

After all that is said and done,
Certain days are never mine.
Words spoken at night
Never form action in time.

Faith and family take precedence
And the love that dare not speak its name
Must lie silent.
These aren’t rules
That change in any straight game.

There will be lovers who promise:
They would never be this way;
But none can keep their vows alive
Or make any resolution stay.

They believe balance must be met,
Between lovers and family –
And I say, for me, it’s simple:
Lovers are already family.