Sometimes I forget the Moon

Sometimes I forget the moon,

its bright silver light glowing,
the dark shadows and craters
disappearing then showing…
The stars themselves, they twinkle
and yet I will still forget,
their beauty and their patterns
and how the Gods have them set.
It’s not the clouds that blind me,
nor unfavorable skies:
I just misplace my focus,
and fail to lift up my eyes.
Sometimes, when I remember,
I will look up with a smile,
to see them, and to greet them,
and then admire them awhile.
For just then, in those moments,
a small blessing they bestow:
I forget it all but this:
Who I was so long ago…