From afar, the Moon appears magnificent.
He shines big and bright so all can see.
He provides the glow that guides us.
He entertains countless companions.
He is reliable and strong.
Up close, the Moon is cold.
His light is merely a reflection of others.
His glow is muted, pale, and common.
His peers are millions of miles away, unaware.
His skin is fragile, scarred by any touch.
He is the Moon we need.
He isn’t the Moon at all.
And so he wanes.