She Watches Me
Each moment as I walk passed the window I can feel her watching over me.
Though as I peer through the window to get a glimpse of who she is, I see, nothing.
However I feel her presence cold but warming, bright but dim.
She continues to watch, observing from her viewpoint.
I continue to peer beyond the window and still I see nothing.
I then begin to feel her calling out to me, beckoning for my attention, directing me to look up, into the heaven.
Finally I see her, and discover who she is.
She is…
The Moon.
Lukumi People 