Polished eyes mirror your
might Your glow; I come
only, As you go
You, the centre I float
on the circumference From
you I draw my significance
Imported light, poor plight
Belittled in my own eyes
I search
A moment of strength, when millions Change
their point of reference
I overshadow
Your glare, obstructed
Dark world below
Like a magician, I hold the show
In a moment of pride; It’s my joyride
Enough to say;
every moon has its day.
(Rewritten with the help and guidance of a Poet Friend, Mr.Ronald Peat.)