The Moon

This is a metaphor. I'm interested to hear your thoughts on what it's a metaphor for.

I adore the night sky.

The stars shine in the absence of light,

Looking brilliant without attracting

Too much attention to one or the other.

The water on the earth reflects

The stars back, twinkling oblivious at themselves,

Making the sky seem a vast horizon.

The debris in space

Fly by so fast you can't tell what they are

In a breathtaking rocket facade. 

All of this only serves as a stage

For the most magnificent of the night:

The Moon.

It glows eerily through the thick black

Distance from here to there.

Sometimes white, sometimes yellow,

Sometimes whole, sometimes broken,

Sometimes clear, sometimes hidden

It's always there as a constant,

Reflecting the sunlight

That is harsh during the day

In a low-light glow that is both dim and bright

Enough to be admired. 

Would the sky be so lovely

Without the moon?

Perhaps, Perhaps not. 

I have yet to see a night

Without the moon. 

Author's Note

I tried varying my stanza and line lengths, and I was wondering if it helped the poem? Feedback is appreciated.