You’ve no heart of gold
Nor shimmering silver tongue
You’ve not ivory words
From which listeners are strung

You’ve the soul of a star
Which in the night was forged
Which deepest dark and inky void
Upon your light has gorged

And I stayed up and stared
From a distance yet unknown
From the confines of mortal flesh
To see what might be shown

I wondered to myself in silence
How one could be so bright
There was pity found with the awe
For you who floated in the night

I understood the poets praise
For the moon who hung above
While it sat just out of reach
Did not burn their professed love

E’er longer did I stare
And ponder the vast you call home
And the brightest burning beauties
Must shed their light alone

You, my dear, are not the moon
Calm and cool and close
Burn with E’er growing splendor
Yet, from solitude, reap your woes