‘My’ Moon

My best friend is the best listener,
overflowing with composure.
I have never seen someone in the eye for this long,
but this one makes my heart sing a song.
With me, it comes along, everywhere,
As if asking me to own it, layer by layer.
I look at it,
and every cell in my body smiles,
as though it sends energy from two hundred and thirty eight thousand miles.
It is clever, 
for it reveals, never,
how it adjusts its brightness according to my mood.
Says that will be a mystery, forever.
Just like it moves the sea,
It moves me.
Just like a cup of tea,
It soothes me.

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