The moon looks lonely tonight,
Perhaps it wasn’t in the mood to shine,
But down on earth, to its utter delight,
It found a girl more lonesome, declined.
In the dark, clear, starless night,
She looked up at the moon in sight,
Alone just like her, yet shining bright,
She knew she could get through this chilly wintery night.
I was just pondering over perception and different view points while staring at the sky. You never know what you mean to someone else or how you might be the one they were basing their strength on. I tried to capture two view points in this poem. Hope you enjoy reading it.