A LUNAR THOUGHT

I see a haze tainting the lunar face

That over its silver gleam aligns,

 Its presence only the inner eyes could trace,

soon the truth of its cosmic plight unwinds

It’s the haze of stagnation that stern time

As the moon’s solitary routine weaves,

  Crawling through the night sky’s ebony grime,

The scarred yet bright trail of diligence it leaves.