you howl at the moon
and call it a sun
a star-like diamond
on fire from within

you grovel for its warmth
but curse at it's embrace

and when dawn does break
your heavy knees do bend
planting themselves like seed
asking to start over again

you beg for acceptance
but dig at your own grave

and when night comes to fall
you weep for the sun
longing for a moon hymn
that's never even been sung