Bold, white

of solid joy,

you watch over our fate

with a mystical glow

that seemingly renews

from the point of vanishing.

 

        ***

 

Tell us, dear Moon,

are we your fallen stars?

Do we survive the darkness

as whole and as bright as you?

 

        ***

 

Too big to hug

too heavy to ignore,

others adapt better that I

when you deepen our waters.