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.

~ by Aphrosoul Lukumi on July 31, 2015.

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