The Moon - I Poem by John N Mate

Alone thou mooch around/
As by sorrows hound./
While friends twinkle in glee/
Thine smile seems to flee/
In the open welkin./
Thou art weary lookin'/
Without any solace/
And with thy wan visage./
What torments thee, my lover? /
Why art thou in dolour? /
Tell me, what ails thee? /
For it hurts me/
To see thou in ache/
As at you e'er I gaze./
Wilt no one console her? /
This damsel that shone o'er/
Thine head in the wide/
Starry sky at night.//