I took a walk to the moon last night but I could not find it.
There was only light shining from nowhere and going nowhere.
I sank down on a beach of stones by the lake
And felt the depth of stillness, of love.

I fancied the thought of this moonlit walk with a lover,
Rumbling around in the rough stones together
Dipping our toes in the cool calm water,
Looking at the moon that is not there,
And whispering secret nothings
To ears that love sweet sounds.

I came back here and wondered,
Does the lover know this feeling
When words don't speak anything,
Can he feel this touching,
As I do from the soft breeze,
That speaks the most tender expression,
Stealing away the breath
Needed to compose a response.

Love trickles, tickles, and sooths
Opens a space that can not be visited,
A space where no one can enter,
A space where no one survives.

This is my friend
This love for the moon
That is not there
In this continuum called love.
Not for the meek at heart
Yet for those who've been broken
And have not forgotten how to dance
Empty

Love,
Prajna