A face in the public domain
None of that constellation incandescence,
he thought he should just find that star.
It was just one more body he'd never get to,
but he didn't think it could be a bad thing,
to look at a star. Some stars you couldn't look at,
like the sun, but these others, possibly
much larger, much brighter, with light
that was so old you'd only read about it,
a bright light you couldn't read by.
Which was not to ignore the moon though;
It stepped in front of the stars and
outshone them, even in spite of its lost
agenda, even with its borrowed light,
he knew that much, or thought so, the moon
felt no bliss of its own, neither do we,
but just couldn't, or wouldn't, admit it.
Luminosity was just a lie it told itself.
Us too; still we say we've seen the moon.