Good Night to the Moon

He said good night to the moon

But the moon didn’t answer

It orbited different spheres

And shone on different continents

It gathered light from another source

And shared it with all

He wanted the moon for himself

Selfishly he coveted its light

He said good night to the moon

And the moon didn’t answer

He felt alone, abandoned, and forgotten

He raged, cursed, and wept

But In time he became used to the silence

And it was enough to know

The moon was there

~ J. W. McKay – 2015