Moon Whisper

Each year, I scratch and fumble to make my mark
Set ink to page, a searchlight in the dark
Not knowing how the letters land, hit or miss
Yet they remind us both to follow our bliss

Each year, I muse and mumble to say my bit
Patch heart to sleeve, bat wings that glide and flit
Not knowing if the moon whispers above you
Nor if, like me, it murmurs: I love you