Every sinew.

I watch you moon,
In envy of your glow.
I watched you once before,
But little did I know,
That the grief that I was feeling,
Was beauty for it’s just cause,
And that grief would keep on calling,
But for less poetic wars.
I envy you your shine,
Whilst you’re tethered, whilst you’re reined.
How do you retain beauty,
When every sinew of life is strained.