Dear Moon,

Let me offer you a covenant that you’ll be the last thing I see as I take my dying breath. If you agree, will you promise to shine a bit brighter as I bathe under your calming light? The sun is a constant that people rave about but you, my love, are neglected. They speak of the stars that shine in the sky beside you but never do they reach for your serene touch as I do.

When I am down, I look to you, oh my beautiful majestic moon, as you reign over me with your peaceful aura, and I hide from my fragile torturous mind. Dreams deter me from your virtuous view, as I slumber lost to you.

If only I could wear a crown of stars as I fly to you. Yes, then we could dance all night before the sun brings me gloom.

How I wish to be with you! My breathtaking magnificent moon! I dread the daylight. I loathe the clouds who hide you on some nights, leaving me despaired and lonely. I’ll be your ocean in tide, my dear moon, but my love for you will never wash up on shore.

So, please! Please! Don't let me be lost at sea, please, oh moon, hear my plea!

Forever yours, Abigail.