J. W. Barlament
Updated: Nov 15, 2022
A light upon the black;
The moon upon a many-starred night sky.
I watch with teary eyes, the lunar beauty only making me remember her,
While Venus sits beside to pose and solar shadow covers up her glow and love leaves me alone a time again.
And then the world goes red. Selene seeps passion, Venus fades away, and Sol takes over. Lunar silver stains — shines — somehow, even brighter in barrage’s midst, for maybe what pains me is mine alone.
She shimmers red like it were silver. I just wipe my tears away in quiet awe. All is right after all.
Whether white or red or here or there, she shines, and I admire.
The shadow shifts; the night regains its light;
The moon alone illuminates me.