A whispered glory;
the moon sets in summer while we sleep.
No theatre, no painting the skies
with an explosion of polychromatic pomp.
I aspire to be more moon than sun;
that companions shine in my company,
a benign influence
and relish phases dipped in shadow.
If I'm up in the night, I will look for the moon. I always feel it's such a shame that we miss so much beauty in the quiet and the dark, while we sleep. And I feel, as an introvert, that I shine unnoticed while others blaze. I say that I'm fine with that but, in truth, it rather ****** me off!
