Silent, shining

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!