"Once Upon a Moonlight"

I spent the morning swimming for exercise and enjoying the bright Florida sunlight.  I'm totally exhausted from my thesis, mentally and physically (insomnia is a bitch).  I wrote this poem the other night when I couldn't sleep, and share it here now.

Once upon a moonlight
of pale and starry trees
where frogs sang a saintly chorus
and owls floated on the breeze.
I stood upon the darkness
and reached into the clouds,
and as I humbly stood there
I finally screamed aloud.
For a single second,
the silence did abound.
And then the nightly chorus
did begin another round.
For my unbeoming screaming,
though from a spring deep and true,
had no place in the nighttime,
with its round of old and new.
The moon he hung so round and big,
staring at each starry leaf and twig,
indulgently smiled at my distress
as I pulled my hair and tore my dress,
reminding me of what he's seen -
from shell-swept Gallipolli to a new-crowned Queen,
and that my misfortunes are but a blot
on a small and insignificant plot.
A thousandth of an anthill, in
the fire of a thousand suns.
I must not be so foolish
as to feel I'm one of the few
to suffer the fire and agony
branded across my face, and heart too.
That I must produce a smiling visage,
if I wish to find any relief.
In celebrating the joys of others,
I may find some surcease
from the bitterest sort of hatefulness -
the agony of self-defeat.