Sonnet I (Luna's Guilt) Poem by Arthur H Rowley

Does your light neglect to glow,
And cast a shadow from my form,
For waves which you propose to tow,
Hath left me lonely, harsh, and torn?
Must I face your soft lament?
Fruitless in it's gain and cost,
Must you mourn your time since spent?
See I was young, know I was lost.
The past, remain here though it may,
Wilted sprout from troubled seed,
Began mere creature of dismay,
Here be the future, be what it needs.
Learn now, strive now from your strife,
Maketh art, maketh hope, maketh life.