And I watch as sister moon sits down for the night,

the ground bathed golden in her light.

Then out step those too shy for the bright daylight,

but in the darkness feel their might.

Eyes downcast with thoughts divine,

ever more the need to shine.

Their light to cast for all to see

and feel their thoughts and pain should be.

Their dark, dark deeds sow chaos here

and leave behind not care but fear.

Why do your lives mean more than mine,

more than those who’ve lived so fine?

How can you feel in golden light

that your dark feats could ever bring right?

The coffee this morning is stirred…