One day the moon confessed,
I am just a silhouette.
I wish you could see you
The Dying Darkness
That has shadowed my reflective image!
I wish I could show you,
When you are happy or in incandescence,
The deathly blackness
Of your own Being!
Peter Vector
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/decayed-my-brilliant-image/
