The moon is shining bright,
all fully grown up ‘n’ stuff,
behind patches of rain clouds ‘n’ that gas ‘n’ smoke ‘n’ all,
outshining
all the billion stars combined –
with light borrowed from a star: Sol
The Moon smiles
‘n’
I wonder what it hides behind that smile ‘n’ brilliant radiance
I wonder what lies on the dark side.
The Moon is burning tonight, ‘n’
strangely, the night is warm.