A beacon in the night
She overlooks the still, dark earth
On a glittering, inky background
She views the calm ocean
Hears the whispers of lovers
Her silver majesty is unrivaled
And I'm jealous of her beauty
She can draw a man's gaze
Just by being herself
Why then am I incapable of such?
She is bold in the darkness
And still she stays mysterious
How does she mask her secrets
When she is on display for the world?
She exudes a dark wisdom
For she has seen the horror of the world
She has been witness to earthly evil
I look at her, and I ponder
I see the moon
Does she see me too?
The first of a few little poems I wrote to cure myself of writer's block. R&R!