Halley's Comet

What have you seen, moon’s sister? With your deep and distant eyes. And endless dominoes of experience Having worn your cheeks And gritted your teeth Where did you come from? Bruised inside and out Still proud, still firm In the face of a million eyes You do not blink Who knows your smile? So bright, yet so sad A golden river in a pale crystal, Kissed by the fleeting cosmos, Struck by musclebound meteors of time. Why hide that face? So often from adoration- Perhaps out of shame, guilt, deprecation Undeserved- save for those special nights When we see and feel some of who you are truly When will we really know you? Why you cry and infectiously laugh, Your burns and yearns of desire; Never in this lifetime, not we Too far away to hold or touch you.