To my beautiful, bountiful, orb - Earth,
I know to you, I am naught but a satellite,
a desperate admirer circulating forever caught in your orbit observing
stained glass seas shimmering hauntingly across the endless black, a glimmer so much more enchanting than the stars who die behind us.
How I yearn to caress those opaque shores I lose myself in each night.
I sing to your seas,
I sing to your seas, and in response, you simply wave my affections away.
I know I am but a pale light
an imitation at best
but I am a beacon before the dawn to melt the fear from the shadows spinning long across the edges of your atmosphere.
Dutifully yours, Moon