Lonely Moon

I tattle to the moon,

Of the lone wilderness

My forest weeps over.

As I complain,

For his camaraderie 

To the stars and clouds 

So intriguing

In the serene white. 

Don't they see his visage 

so morbid ?

As a mirror pulverized 

He dangles 

Through the burnt trees 

Of me

I envy him 

Of his friends .

I weeped to him weakly,

But he heard.

He heard 

And fondled me with moonlight

And grace

He traced my existence 

with love

"Child of mine , 

fostering resent for whom?

For the fog beleaguering gloom?

Or the heavenly orbs of pain ,

The stars who glow in vain ,

Bereft of the light

In their eyes 

Why do you fancy 

My friends not 

But perjurer , 

Who come and go as they please

Who walk away after the night. 

Do not just swallow

Your solitariness , for it's divine. 

True to your self ,

Truth that you despise."

With the preach of

 His hymn

Of the virtue

Went away 

His starry light.

I envied the moon

Out of the illusion,

An illusion of his friends.

For what were those 

Narcissist dead stars 

But just a mirage. 

The moon

Was also lonely

In the duvet 

Of the deceit

Of the stars doused in vanity. 

I couldn't smile ,

But stare in sympathy,

As now he'd accompany me ,

And I would to him. 

Two trampled bodies ,

Would now sleep

Together in the 

coarse scrim.