Like the fat moon

If you saw the moon, fat and bobbing, last night,
Making the ocean ripple-dance to her graceful steps,
Think of it, as caused by my craving heart’s call,
A message sent across oceans and stars,
That every time I may seem to wax, seem dead,
And your sky may seem, gloomy and bleak,
Remember, I am only crouching, my dear so I can leap,
So, for you, I can emerge over the clouds and wane,
And like the fat moon that bobbed, making the sea dance,
I too, shall rise, and your sky, I will light up once again.