Tonight I surfed under the moon.

All eyes were fixed on the west

the others bobbed and watched the smoldering sun kiss the horizon good night

not I

My gaze stayed with the rising moon

to the east.

The sun has too many lovers

he sends his warmth and flashes rays to any suitor that will have him.

Not the moon

she shows her face but once a month

she teases

she ebbs and flows

waxes and wanes

she pulls at my heart like she pulls at the tides.

She shines bright as she rises

penetrating my core

sending cosmic light through the warm autumn night

I am immersed

I am transfixed

Yet I know she will soon turn her back

a slow march beyond reach.

I shiver in the water and mourn her while I still have her

I yearn to dance underneath her soft glow

again

always.

She teases.

It is not easy to love the moon

but I will forever try.