Moonlight Glow

You have a manner in your speech

that keeps tricking me to speak.

Silence keeps secrets best

but sound soothes the ears to hear,

that after all,

we are not alone.

As the light outside began to gold,

I tried to explain in a look towards the door—

until from soft hues of blues and poorly lit rooms,

I ran.

For in the morning my moonlight glow would fade

into polluted imperfections

and uncertainties

certain to make us sick.

Thus dreaming remains

in love with the night.

Perhaps too afraid

to come into the light.

Writer: Celida Cambuston is a Child Development major, interested in pursuing a teaching career.

Artist: Michelle Corvino is a student at Fullerton College.