Under the midnight sky last night
the mezza-luna moon spread her mantle of stars
shining reflected light
onto her half-hidden face ..
in silver shadow,
why do you look askance
after millions of years and millions of miles
treading your stately dance?
Do you not love this turning world
as we love your face;
or are you always lonely,
seeking your lord, the sun,
in the vast silence of space? … .