Pondering Nights

It was in the way
She looked at the moon
every night

The gorgeous bright moonlight
And the symphony of the twinkling stars
made an unheard conversation
with her

She looked at them and the unfathomable universe
and…
The universe spoke to her
with its million constellations, expressions

One could never comprehend this dialect, but sit and adore
the silent ballad of her soul
with the moon, the stars and the universe.