The moon

We share the same bright white lamp,
No matter where on the earth we tramp.
White light bringing a gentle glow,
Even as the cold winds blow.
The changing intensity of the light,
From bright to dark, dark to bright.
Changing slowly with each day,
As I look up from the bay.
Far apart but close at heart,
It is a pity we must part.
Yet know that here the moon is full,
How I wish you were here too.
To share with you this bright full moon,
And my life, be it midnight or noon.
How I wish you were here with me,
Instead of the miles between us that be.
Watching the moon while holding your hands,
It beats sharing the moon in different lands.