The Moon

From time immemorial,
Orbiting this planet earth,
Witnessing lovers
Mooning over me,
Making love,
Manufacturing promises,
Weeping over broken promises,
Resurrecting promises.
Perceiving my
Venerated aura,
Tranquil Radiance,
Warm indifference,
Absolute allure,
As sprinklings of joy in their lives.
I am not in a meditative trance,
My infinite loveliness,
Scaring everyone away.
They love me with aloofness,
Insisting,
I bestow incessant tenderness.
Certainly I am not a saint.
Consequently here I am,
Unseen, unloved, unaccompanied,
Terrifying everyone
With my celestial integrity,
Mysterious divine beauty,
No one matches my paradigm,
So condemned to
Completing my solitary journey
Alone.

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