To the Moon, Dimly
One day while I was walking to the moon,
She wasn't very bright,
Perhaps because it was late afternoon,
The world awash in light.
I tired of her charms and turned away;
She followed on my right.
I wondered, is she jealous of the day?
She seems so proud at night.
"I'm waiting for my time to shine," she said,
"To shine with all my might.
I won't give up my chance to be divine,
No, not without a fight."
The dim things of this age all say the same,
Though almost veiled from sight,
Biding time, they're holding out for fame,
But not till this world's night.