Facade

Alone.  
  Distant.  
The edge,
    bleak, where solemn dwells.  
The starlit sky,
    mirrored, sparkling, where the lonely whales cry.  
The hazy moon sits helpless beside herself,
    singing softly a song of loneliness.  
“Oh come sit with me Pegasus, Orion, can’t you see ?
    the rays that beam are not really me,
I’m dark and lonely,  
    Procyon ! Cappella ! come and penetrate me.”