a weak reflection

On my way home
I heard the whisper
of moonlight
reflect off the street

Looking up
Searching the heavens
I spoke to the moon
The Nether-Sun

In silence, it replied:
Keep your head down
Answers are in reflections
Not in the infinitum
There are none out here

(But how can I find you
Within my own reflection?)

Like the whisper of the moon
weak
A shadow of a ghost
I walk home
To look into a mirror
Knowing I won't find you there