The Moon Calls

The moon calls

Hanging heavy above amber city lights

Shadow over crescent

A stroke of Jerusalem stone

Shining warmly through the frigid air

We all point to the moon

Towers rising and reaching

up but never

Touching

We dance together

Earth shadow and moon light

We spin together

Across the stars

Your face turning

up, always

Changing

Your smile

Knowing

The change that comes

To those of us yet

unborn