Loneliness at the peak

Standing quietly in this crowded street,

On this lonely moonlit night.

Staring up like a homeless, howling dog.

Staring at that shiny silver orb.

Like an obsessed astronomer,

I ask the gentle orb.

"Are you lonely just like me?

Cursed to shine far above the stars about you,

So much so you have no place to call your own

And move across the skies finding home?"

It isn't that lonely this night again,

With the moon shining gently down.

I can feel a mutual connection

Between the giant mirror, me and my loneliness.

At least I have something to talk to.

That truly understands loneliness at the peak.

©aypoetry