Imposter Moon

 

The Moon's a big imposter
Perhaps the greatest one
Like us it would be nothing
Without the mighty Sun
A symbol for all lovers
A beacon in the night
But though the Moon is lauded
It's just reflected light
Beloved in songs and poems
Their writers' favourite stock
And where would be the magic
In darkened, sterile rock?
But yet it is still needed
Not simply pulling tides
For all its stolen brilliance
Within romance resides.