Sometimes you light my way with your bright face,

your lovely face, so round, so luminous

floating through the darkness at a pace

so slow it’s almost still and devious,

pulling tides higher on the shore, blinding

me from stars with your strange, indifferent glow.

Sometimes, you hide in shadows finding

ways to give so little light as you grow

darker with each passing night, a sliver,

a slight smile on you lips, a teasing grin

that when I look at you up there, I shiver

wondering what you know, your light so thin.

Oh, moon, loving how you glisten in the air

I sing to you knowing you don’t care.