Dishonest eyes

Why is the sun bigger at the horizon
In the rise and set
Calm and innocent
And smaller at noonday
Scorching the tenderlings?

Why is the moon bigger
Far East
Calm and innocent
And smaller and dull
Far West?

Why are the hills escarpments
From home
And full of giant stones
That fracture gecko bellies
When on top?

Do sizes change?

Or is it the dishonesty of my eyes
As my heart and mind is?