We Look to the Moon

Moon, you have a shade of blue tonight -
Is it something that you saw or heard?
Only yesterday, your tone was proud and bright:
Yellow silver, full, and so assured.

Moon, despite the clarity of sky,
Metaphors of cloud that fluff with grey
Drift across your rounded face to spy;
Feeding back, there's awfully much to say.

Moon, you have a role to play up there,
We below must bear the earthly pain.
Duty bound, we shoulder sorrows fair -
You are free from our grotesque disdain.

Moon, we depend on you to shine
When the sun retires down below.
Add to that your grandest role divine:
Tidal Lord, to keep the seas in tow!

Moon, I hope you take to heart our plea -
Needless is the reason for your blue.
Beaming, you should give the night its glee:
We're despairing - so we look to you.