Night Sky

Sometimes I think about the night sky.

I wonder if the moon ever gets lonely up there.

Does it see the ocean waving?

Does it know that far beyond, the stars dance at the sight of her?

And then I think about people in my life.

Who is a moon, not knowing that the waves love her, even if from a distance?

And who is a moon, not seeing that the stars dance for joy because of her?

Then, sometimes, as I think about the night sky, I wonder if I could send a message in a bottle for the moon to read.