I Know how the moon feels.


Used to reflect the haughty brilliance

of a star too arrogant to close

his eye to the night sky.


Does the sun not see the frozen

tears that stain her face?


I often wish to be cold and empty, too.

To pass- silent and unnoticed through

my own dark expanse.


To keep my thoughts,

my secrets,

my tears behind the black.


Yes! I know how the moon feels.