Last night I paced the apartment round and round for an Eternal Hour. Lost in my own mind and space. I wanted to call The Moon. No reason, just Need. But Fear held my hand, while my Heart hid in the corner. And then The Moon called me. In the merest span of Time all my emotions welled up inside me as all the phases of the moon seemed to scrolled by: New to Full and back to Black New. I shot for the moon and missed by an intestinal thread. But, at least The Moon still hangs in my sky, just out of reach. I can't see her, but it's good to know she's there.