THE MOON THAT DID NOT SHINE

She abhors the light Her eyes, a ground where rivers flow Prefers to dwell in blossom of the night. After years of waiting Years of grieving and wailing Her joy came, but brief. A moon that promised so much light Yet her weak hands had but one touch. He was no more, her only moon faded. Oh, tender moon, what happened to your glow? Are you not tired of torturing me? Don't you feel for my sagging breasts? Seasons come and go My aging body is weary God knows I tried.