My Nightly Lover

The moon's my nightly lover,

Only absent when she's new

For I remain so old.

The stars are then much brighter

In the darker sky,

All vying for my eye.

They flirt and glow at me,

Completely blind

To all my years.

Unmoved,

I find their youthful burning white

Banal against the dusty yellow

Knowing visage of their elder.

I politely shake my greying head

And look for my entrancing

Lunar lover to return

So slowly.

- 7/3/25