Ode to the Moon

My soul weeps for the lonely Moon
Who casts its silver glow
Only to be ignored by the Sleeping-

Whose phases signal its hopes'
Rise and fall;
Crescent or full each month anew.

My soul weeps for the Moon
Who plays second harp to its kin the Sun,
Life-Giver and Worshipped Star-

Who yearns for others to witness
Its beautiful light upon the waters,
For He is Changer of the Tides.

So lonesome is the Moon
He may linger in early morn,
Wishing upon the North Star to be seen.

How my soul weeps for the lonely Moon

So I lie awake to keep Him company
For there are some who see Him.