He stepped out on a cold night as the wind blew through his thin jacket. He breathed into his cupped hands, hoping to keep them feeling. His heart keeps him twice as warm as it beats ever so quickly. The rolling hills that he walks on seem to embrace his presence, he’s been here many times. Shooting stars fly across the sky, but he makes no wish, he accepts his life as it is. And tonight is one of many where he questions his knack for laying his life out on a table for those he cares about to have their way with what he presents to them.

His hand reaches into his mind, brushes away some past mistakes, sifts through unnecessary fears and insecurities, examines the other possible outcomes and stops. His hand goes back to his pocket, satisfied that everything was done that could be done, and for once… it is time to be still. He is so far from home, and all who accompany him are the stars and one who he is seeking to spill his heart to. She is heavenly, literally… she brings light to the dark places, literally… she reflects the glory of the sun, literally. Tonight… he is talking to the Moon. It’s the closest thing to talking to “her”… No one else on the face of the earth is quite like her.

The realization came upon him to stop assuming there was anyone like her on the  face of the earth… so he looked up to the sky. He explains to the moon all that comes to his mind, everything he wanted to tell “her,” but feels that he will never be able to express. The moon then, does (although not nearly as well) what “she” was best at… listening… and as she listens… she shines ever so gloriously and never turns out its light… how can it? She’s reflecting the glory of the son. He knows that she’s not talking back, but deep down in his soul, with all the child-like imagination he could muster up… he says to the the moon, “good night, and I hope you rest in a morning that prepares the way for you to shine brighter tomorrow.”

With that said… he hopes that “she” is listening… and not the moon. He doesn’t feel so cold all of sudden, and as he turns back, he sees that home isn’t as far as it was before… did she bring him closer to it? He begins to walk, knowing that by the time he gets home… the moon will have rested and the sun will shine, he will thank the sun for shining through her, and he will be stronger than ever.

—-Inspired by the Bruno Mars song of the same name.