Last night I stood transfixed

as I watched the moon

chase Venus across the sky.

Darting between the clouds,

an impossible arc,

only to fall short of her beauty.

And I watched in total wonder.

Does she not know he is old, dull and scarred?

Her eyes see only wisdom,

far beyond he countless eons he has shined.

His scars subtle reminders of the gallant battles he has won.

She waits in anticipation and blows a kiss

as he dips away into the morn.