every night, 
i feel homesick, for the boy who rests on the moon, 
far 

one night, 
he sailed to my window, 
escorted me away amid the woeful lovers-
who plead and yearn. 

he guided me through 
familiar streets 
until we attained the sea. 
insisted that his name has been navigating,
across nations, 
to find me. 

[disappeared, promptly.]

every night, 
i sneak out, 
walk down the same path.
overhearing wails, 
behind a series of torn laths. 

and I’ve recorded all possible names, 
erased them, 
rewrote them again, 
but the boy on the moon, 
still refuses to unfold. 

the moon weeps with me, 
every night: 
“a sign, a trace.
a lover; I crave.”
but nothing, despite. 

i sometimes worry, 
that the boy has mistaken me 
for another beauty. 
perhaps I’m not she,
who he desires so deeply. 

[don't abandon me]

one night, 
before resting, 
I caught a gleam on my pillow;
a silver flicker. 
the boy on the moon; 
it's you-
this is destiny. 

a kiss on the cheek, 
such softness, 
fills my void, 
i abandoned the lonely, 
searched for the sea, 

there's a boy on the moon, 
he calls for me.