The moon is a desolate dream
Carved on the sky’s black surface:
Marble white moon, your hardness
Stifles the night wind’s breath.
Look up, O! forlorn beauty,
Your sulking makes the night still worse.
How you gleam in your borrowed Lights
With nothing to claim your own!
Your dreams are somebody else’s
Their realm elsewhere does lie.
Night after night, you watch them go
Hiding their darkness in a sheath of glow…
© Vidya Venkat (2006)
[Republished from my old blog]
An anthropologist among the journalists 
Dazzling lunar imagery