My friend,
are you doomed
to loneliness?
You are so cold
and far from the ones
who adore you.
Your bright face
is but an illusion,
a facade put on
for our sakes.
Do you long for touch;
for there to be a night
in which you musn't rise?
Only a lover's caress
can wipe the shadows
from your weary form.
Rest, my friend,
my moon,
You've done enough.
