The moon

The moon looks at me at nigth,
like the sun looks at me at day.
Always careful
always worried.
Attentive to my steps,
attentive to my gestures,
following my walk,
spying my words,
listening to my fears and anxieties,
saving all my joys.
I know that she will always be there,
protecting me from the dangers of the night,
the evil around me.
Protects me like I was her friend,
like I was her sister...