Lifting my head 

Lifting my head, I watch the bright moon.
Lowering my head, soon.
One day, I lift my head off my own room.
Home is in sight.
My eyes are very bright
to see the white light of the moon.
The moon, so bright, seems so close,
yet far away.
I watch the moon –
it gives me comfort at night.
Forever distant, sight for another night.