☆ハナ☆

... I stare at you through my window,
Eyes cintilating along with
Your reflection in the water.
That shinning light, swaying back and forth,
Creating a contrast to the low music
That now plays in the background.
It's so beautiful, so loving,
I could stare at you forever,
Wishing you would be mine to look at,
Mine to touch, mine to hold and understand,
To help my inspiration flow,
To make it run like the rivers.
But Moon, dear Moon, I must share.
All love you, and I've learned that somehow,
You love all back, good and bad,
Like you love your sister,
The Sun, and the children of light,
Known by us as stars.
So I will no longer ask you to be mine,
Because you belong to me,
But you also do so to lots of others.
Writers, admirors, illusionists,
Lovers, kids, paintors, witches,
Fairies, forests, animals,
Creatures and life.
Those and more, are the ones who love you.
Love you truly and look up,
Hoping to have your words touch their hearts,
Giving the inspiration of what to do next.