I am the moon;
so distant and cold,
wise and silent.
Hung in the void of eternity
I watch with lifeless eyes.
Hiding behind many masks;
sliver, crescent, quarter, half and full;
names of only a few.
There is also blood and blue.
Sometimes I sit hidden
in plain sight behind the veil.
Still I am there
even when nobody cares.
Trapped in time and
forever destined alone.
A forgotten memory,
I am your moon.
~Mark Schutter ©2014
