The Secret of the Moon

Watching loons at Massabesic Lake while other people fall in love.

Pastel dusk sky.
Orange is only ever beautiful next to lavender.

Traffic. So much at once.
People and problems come in clusters.

Headlights off the water brings
The Night Sky whisper close.

He’s got a message for you:
It’s The Secret of The Moon.

He’ll tell you if you stop.

He told me, of course,
But asked me not to tell.

Next time stop,
Listen as if your life depends on it.

It does.

S.J. Wynn
+he Ghos+