The moon, though, is a different matter entirely
Forever bolstering a light not his own
His limited and frugal glow
Barely enough to see by
Compared to his older sister
Who laughs unbashedly
And flings wide her embrace
At every chance meeting
Moon lits up not the sky
But just a path
Not enough to see the world by
And sometimes not even him
He promises to be by my side
Then leaves after a couple of days
He smiles wide
But it is pock marked and grey
No where near as joyous as his sister’s
He is always hiding something,
Never telling the full story
I would call moon a fickle friend
Not necessarily entertaining when he’s here
But at least he’s strong enough
To bare and show his scars
And maybe he shines just enough
To illuminate the important things
As for his inconsistent presence
Ever thought to wonder if
He wants to leave?
Supermoon, September 28, 2015 (UTC), Osaka, Japan.
