The moon men abound

Shining in borrowed light

Reflected glories adorning

their flawed existence


Paeans serenade their spots,

and their soft light

lighting up the darkest night

Snugly entrench their conceit


Waxing and waning

Intoxicated by adoration

They forget they are

but a reflection…a shadow


For its hard work being a sun

You must burn yourself

layer by layer…

to extinction