The moon reflects, its light reveals

The moon reflects, its light reveals

 the mirror of sun

yet seems so real,

Light wherever, whenever it comes

is light to all, one love.

And so my love, my moon, that shines

Is it true light or refracted

from the divine?

The source

or only the reflection, thereof,

matters not,

when you’re in love.

                               s.k. lindeman