The Moonlight

You are like the moon,
A beacon in the endless sky,
Shining bright, your golden light
A warmth I thought I could rely.

But as I ventured into the dark night,
Hoping for your soft embrace,
I found the distance, the cold,
The empty void that left no trace.

You shine for yourself,
Perhaps for the sun,
I am just a stranger,
Gazing high under the sky.

You are not mine,
Not even a little bit,
So I went back in hiding,
Behind a curtain with the print of the moonlight.