(Prompt taken from When the moon calls….

When I look past my fears…

You are there
Waiting for me
Arms wide open.

You are the sky
Waiting for the moon to arrive.

I have known just your shape and outlines
But that only gets me so far.

Looking for the moon at dusk
and wishing for a shooting star.

Burns up in the atmosphere 
Brief the candle lit.
extinguishes all my fear.
eyes drawn to quick movement.
fill with tears

Will I ever own it?