Violins were playing. The earth was shaking.

She swayed in my room as I stood there 
And watched her move to the music only she could hear. 

I watched in silence, 

In awe at how fearless she was. 

And she smiled at me and grabbed my hands and spun me around. 

I laughed as I listened to the music she heard. 

Completely oblivious to the troubles of the world.  

She amazed me. 

She held me close 

And then sat down on my bed. 

Her legs crossed over another as a child's would,

And she patted the spot right in front of her. 

I sat down and looked into her eyes then down at her showing wrists. 

The moon was tattooed and would never leave,

Just like the stars in her eyes. 

She was just like the moon, part of her was always hidden. 

But she was always shining with the light of the sun,

And her stars always glittered from the spark in her soul. 

She was my happiness sitting there so calmly,

Just smiling. 

Platinum blonde hair flowing,

Scrawny fingers twinning with mine. 

She brushed back my hair and looked me dead in the eyes. 

"I love you to the moon and back."

"I love you, too, my moon."

We laid down sharing the same pillow,

And I just watched the consolations form,

Until the curtains were drawn and the play was over. 

This morning when I woke up she was gone. 

Not a single thing was left to show she was there,

I didn't even know her name but I will never forget her platinum hair. 

I will forever love my moon.