Updated: Jan 11, 2020
And by the light of the moon,
I felt betrayed by her beauty.
For she lacks life and warmth.
From a distance,
I am fooled by our star's reflection
on her surface.
Falsehoods in each of those tiny,
Her orbital devotion apparent.
Albeit, superficial and impartial.
It's that devotion, I envy.
My spirit, barren of dedication.
For I've let the starling calls go unheard.