Wonders Of The Weary

I stood transfixed on the moon
I​​​​​n its essential fulness, its solemn magic, its somewhat grievous face
I stood enlightened in sapphire 
In a place of lost desire
Why must I deviate from love
When she dropped the stars
Into my lonely heart
I cry, I laugh, I wonder of the sapphire moons we could have shared
Until that time comes, I will be weary