Ode To The Moon Poem by Sophie Allyah

Sharply visible at night
A mysterious shapeshifter beacon
When you gazed for too long
It could bring sadness to your heart.

Unvarying in the silence of the darkness
Fainted but still in the break of dawn
Lonely as ever when you take a glance.

The moon
With the stars accompaniment to its vicinity
Yet still lonely like a prisoner with guards
You could tattle, dance, and sing
In its presence
But still it would be lonely
As an island on the sea;
As a wounded bird left behind;
As an old man in a crowded place.