God bless the Moon: A Vacation Poem

So pass the days filled with memories of
deep blue sky with cotton-ball clouds above:
Fresh air caresses my cheeks; sways the trees;
restful is the camp scene set before me.
Day melts into night; we retire to our tents,
checked off lists of camp prep this day's big events.


Two nights had passed with rain dancing on the tent's fly;
I listened from my sleeping bag; gratefully dry.
No view of the moon; though it had been nearly full,
I felt slightly lost; adrift; my heartstrings pulled.


Since sleep evades, I head to the Sanitaire Filles**
if only my bladder would hold some more ...
Out of the tent, after a noisy "zzippp," I gaze
in silent wonder at the clear, star-filled maze.
The vast multitude of jewels_ hung with precision,
a masterpiece; beyond viewing with mere mortal vision.


I think of my loved ones at home far away,
still unable to sleep, I name each as I pray:
"God bless the crystalline stars up above,
God bless my dear ones, and send them my love."


At last, the full moon rises over the trees
and my heart rejoices as inside I sing:
"I see the moon and the moon sees me
the moon sees someone I want to see.
God bless the moon, and God bless me,
and God bless the loved ones I want to see."


filles= fee (girl's toilet)