Sooner or lunar

comfort in the warm
lunar glow
his face its own
celestial being
passing through
the night sky
yellow candlelight
holds the frame
of his grin and
the shadow of
his brow as his
eyes peer out
the twinkling
of twin stars

grey dances
with blue under
the bare silver arms
of restless trees
in the cold of
the dark air
he disappears
down the barely
seen road holding
what little the
moon could spare
to pay his way