moonlight

"Still at times I wish, when I am all alone, that somehow you'll think of me, by the light of the moon"
- from a poem

so many thoughts enter my mind as the sun starts to set to give way to the rising moon. thoughts of the day that has passed by, thoughts of the years that has gone by, and thoughts of the future to come. with these thoughts come a rush of other memories, of people and places and events that has once been the present to me. now they all belong to that unreachable alley in my mind.

as i gaze at the moon, i recall how it witnessed my life in silence. as a child, i remember how i used to run away and hide behind the trees, hoping that i could escape its radiance. yet, i never did outsmart that one big eye in the sky. wherever i went, it followed. it comforted me when i wept in defeat and rejoiced with me when i laughed in triumph. at times when i feel depressed and alone, i just sit outside with the company of the moon and somehow i know that i could make it through the next sunset, and i could see it again and bask in its moonbeams.

there were times when i did not see it appear in the night sky, and during these times, i wonder if someone else in another part of the world cares like i do on whether or not the moon is there, and grieves the way i do whenever i don't see it. i sleep with a smile thinking that if i meet a person like that, i would have found a true friend, for even though we are separated by miles or oceans, the moon will be our guiding light that would link us to each other forever...