Lonely Moon

Drifting, nay, pursuing,
Through the cosmos winging,
A great beauty,
Who shed light upon me.

Do I drift here alone,
Always shifting, yet one tone?
While the stars wink mockingly,
So distant, callus, cold and free.

I am inconstant and adrift,
Tearing all the seas a rift.
As I pursue that great soul,
My goddess my Sol.

I can not always even be seen,
And at times I wane too lean.
Other times I wax braggadocio,
But my humbling is soon to come I know.

I am but a poor satellite,
Alone in the night.
Pursuing my queen in the sky,
And how frequent my light does die.

My brightest genius lasts but a few,
And then I fade like the dew,
As Sol rises in her glory,
And melts all frost that is hoary.

Her glory never wanes,
Whereas as mine’s both losses and gains.
I’ll always yet love and pursue,
And render forevermore my one hue.