Moon Shadows Poem by William Coyne

Under our gentle moon's varied governess
over passing mysteries of the night,
immersed in and emerging from shadows,
our eyes reaching for her comforting light,

no warmth we seek as when we see day's sun.
Companionship with firmament's fair friend,
or warm hands of a burning beating breast,
or long sought solitary solitude,

fulfill the varied desires free to run,
when dusk says end our usual daily fun.
Our lives are more than merely light
that burns. Rebirth thrives throughout the night.