Poetry : Moonlight

The moon is so bright tonight.
Its light is not its own.
We see it for what it is because of the source.
Another which makes our eyes know humility.

I look at the moon and wonder why.
Things are the way they are.
I think of issues that make my life the way it is.

We come and go.
See what the world has made us.

Earth, we tame?
Waves proclaim we were wrong.

What was never meant to be shall never come to pass?
You closed the door.
We cannot go back anymore.
Or can we?

The sight I behold.
Waning of the moon.
Changes take place every night.
My Lord knows so much more than I do.