everyone envies the moon;
gazing on her beauty

they do not realize the light
is not her own and
they do not realize how she worships
the sun’s kiss — healing her fragility

she is battered, bruised, scarred.  
millions of meteors have taken aim
at her with destructive intent.

nevertheless, look up —
find a reflection of your mind
drawn out by the stillness of her
orbit and the closeness of his heartbeat

then dare to travel to her rocky surface.