Mute Moonlight Poem by Jono Plunkett

My star perspires gentle stardust
raining down like a monkeys wedding

I open my mouth meaning to sing to my star
Instead I hear nothing.
Except the hollowness of a seemingly empty soul.

Then within this emptiness, a sky so black
My solitary star leaps like a despondent body.
Flung from a desperate height, my star lands
In a pool of mute moonlight.

I weep, not for the loss,
but for what I never called by name.
I never told you you were the brightest
nor the closest to me
I just sat and marveled at your glory.