Last night I stood transfixed
as I watched the moon
chase Venus across the sky.
Darting between the clouds,
an impossible arc,
only to fall short of her beauty.
And I watched in total wonder.
Does she not know he is old, dull and scarred?
Her eyes see only wisdom,
far beyond he countless eons he has shined.
His scars subtle reminders of the gallant battles he has won.
She waits in anticipation and blows a kiss
as he dips away into the morn.
