Lonely Little Moon Poem by Boston Kelley

Alone, in the sky, does that bright pearl sit;
without a companion does it live.
See how it changes throughout the years
moving from phase to phase; changing as it is,
so is my own nature.
It revolves about this bright blue marble,
envying all that enjoy its blessings.
No life can it support; no being could it house
for its blessings, it possesses not.
A dusty, dark surface it has; no trace of life
could be found.
Absolute silence reigns on its surface; the slightest
voice could not be heard.
Journey here and find true solitude; come to such
a desolate place and know actual loneliness.
For none knows such loneliness as me; like that
lonely little Moon, such is me.