NaPoWriMo - Day 17

Day 17 - write a poem that is about, or that involves, the moon.

What Isn't There

Bulbous orb
pasty yellow
glowing
through dirty, dusty bedroom windows
creating 
misshapen shadows
on the wall

So many starry eyed yarns
give you import

You are just 
dead, dry rock
        circling this earth
tied to us
rely on us
    joined by an invisible fraught orbital thread

Your beauty lies
in poetic accounts
of those
who see you
through misty wistful eyes

But none have walked 
on your barren
soul
    breathless and bleak
you give no life
except to those
    empty, windswept hearts
    who see promise in your pale wan light
        who dream fervent dreams
            and see hope where only harshness lies

-Lisa