When my mind is a puzzle or overburdened, the moon is there in black, black night waiting while I watch, trying to sort my thoughts, trying to find my feelings. It waits for me, waits for me. The moon waits while I watch.
I like to walk at night in the safety of stars and angels watching over me. On a road that I know by my favorite trees, I feel peace and comforting silence of deepest, dark blue. That peace, that peace is inside of me. It’s not part of the silence I hear. Would that it were, but it's not.
I know because when my mind is a puzzle or overburdened, the silence fills up with thoughts, with feelings that shadow me, trying to swallow and haunt me. While I walk in the dark, the moon waits.
I look to the sky for the stars and the angels to watch over me, but I don’t remember. I can’t recall how to believe. I just keep walking the road until I see the moon shining down. The moon waits for me, waits for me. It waits until I find it.
On the edge of the moonlight I'm wrapped in a blanket of black, black night. I watch the moon waiting as I sort my thoughts, trying to find my feelings. I sit watching the moon until I can see. It can take hours.
The moon always waits for me.
−me strauss Letting me be