Sometimes I gaze at the moon and wonder how lonely it feels. All for a nightly stand-out, having traded its company and beauty.. Maybe love did that. maybe that's how it got to reflect the sun in itself. Not many have eyes for the moon, its neither spotless nor perfectly-pentavalently-pointed or twinkly, luring the the gazer's eyes..And yet all scarred and imperfect, it hangs the lowest and shines the brightest; lightening up everything its beam touches.
What it does for the sun is phenomenal, so much for having the sun lend some of it to the moon. and this appears to be pretty much all it needs. may it be a desperate attempt by the moon to have a bit of the sun to call its own,.
But I have seen no other planet reflect a star this way.
What it does for the sun is phenomenal, so much for having the sun lend some of it to the moon. and this appears to be pretty much all it needs. may it be a desperate attempt by the moon to have a bit of the sun to call its own,.
But I have seen no other planet reflect a star this way.
