Meeting the moon


You were shy, a slither of silver

Before the month was in full bloom

And now you turn your luminous face

Upon my earthly body below

Your head is of serene pearl

Your cheek of glistening sterling

Your eye of bright argentite 

The most splendid I have known

Your lips of steel never part

But oh, what a smile you have

The month dies soon after

And with it your crescent will

What a privilege to look away

To the remotest stars

For company you stretch your hand

Reaching for the sun

But I will miss your gentle glow

Until the next month anew 

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