I am mesmerized by the moon.

Sovereign and spruce.

Like beauty, it grows, it fades… quietly.

It oversees lovers’ promises,

blood rites and sworn secrecies,

wolves’ howls.

It also oversees me,

as I look at your pictures,

for the eleventh time.

Will I ever give up?

You keep haunting my mind.

And the moon watches over me,

in silence.