You looked beautiful tonight.
The kind of beauty
That grabs all eyes
and insists that they pay you attention.
are you lonely up there?
The infinity of stars that lay
scattered in your presence,
seem as if they could be pleasant company,
but is it all an illusion?
The stars trick the foolish
into thinking that they are in your
That’s what it looks like to us, Moon.
But those stars have never uttered one word to you
make conversing quite difficult,
I would imagine.
Are you sad, Moon?
Is it distressing, Luna,
believe that just because
our eyes see the stars in a way that
makes us believe they are near to you,
that you are not hurting?
Child of the night
who lives solitarily.
Do you weep?
Do you shed tears that we mistake
for beauty against the vast night sky?
Daughter of the dark,
who graces all with her
Was there ever a time when you
had hope that somebody,
would save you from your fate?
Do you feel forsaken my love?
What have you done, Moon,
that would condemn you to this
paradoxically poetic reality?
You didn’t want this.
You only wanted to shed awe upon us,
and light the path home when it got
And what have you gotten in return?