Bella Luna

The moon fell past the trees
Into the clearing
Like a spotlight for some stage
Where forbidden lovers tryst.

Bella Luna is so bright
It seems she searches the night
For something lost in shadow.

While I marvel at her beauty
She shines an indignant
Question at my solitary state
Wondering where my partner can be.

Yet I do not feel her radiance wasted
For in my sole wondering gaze
She is a gift precious to behold.