The night bathes the moon
in the gloom
only the white of the moon shows
save the distant stars
I am gazing
at the moon
wondering whether it knows
about the sun
The one it reflects
and yet is hidden
I sometimes think
that I am the night to your day
but heaven is humility or so they say
but the moon when full
is beautiful in a different way.
By Daniel Hooks AKA Alienpoet