A Lunar Sonnet
A troubled man, departing joyful youth,
May be forgiven for accepting night,
Infinite and unchanging, but in truth,
Some part of him will always hope for light,
Although the sun has long since disappeared,
Despite its failure every morn to rise,
The darkness left is nothing to be feared,
For in its absence, greater beauty lies,
A diamond cloak encompasses the view,
As weary eyes are upward-drawn to gaze,
Upon a sight which I compare to you;
Resplendent curves, a sign of future days,
For I believe that daylight shall return,
In lunar form; a day for which I yearn.
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