can you see the face in the moon?

in the car
with my feet on the dash
the world seems to fade into the distance.
the windows are down
and the wind sweeps the worries away.
no, not the wind...
it was hands....hands took them....held them safe...
carried them.
sitting....driving....
feet on the dash
being carried away.
by hands.
by touch.
words speak volumes
often silence is even louder.
sometimes tears fall...
but as long as there is a face in the moon
there will always be hands to carry your worries away.