the presence of the moon

The moon is full
It is so bright that with one eye open, it’s seen.

The way it stands alone and shines so bright
It has no counterparts

It just shines bright and round
Casually goes through its phases
While people stop in awe
Adore its shining, bright, beautiful light
it illuminates us here on earth
Allowing us to shine by admiring its courage to radiate brightly

Does the moon ever get lonely?
Who will hear if it does?
What would it say?
Moreover, what could it do?

It continues to rise and get out there
It continues to shine on and bedazzle
No care for words that fall flat underneath it
Never able to fully reach it
For it is the moon,
It is, at best, light
It is at strength, dark.