Crescent

For the Moon ne'er shined as brightly as the Sun That, alone, impulsed me to look up into its imperfect beauty We were alone-- different-- but always surrounded The Moon in her dark entity While I in my airless field There were many nights I spent with the Moon Some were clear Others were starless and cloudy Nonetheless I loved that iridescent figure I could ne'er reach I smiled upon her cratered beauty And the eccentrics of her pale-gray heart Though her Siren calls taunted my dreams The Moon would be full But it was all an illusion For when I ran to her --open arms-- She became quarterly, and finally half The Moon, I could ne'er hold as my own So I, as Wind, blew elsewhere onto the Earth Though she still smiles at me invitingly I try to look away, for there is no atmosphere where she resides But I must admit, the Moon and me --we dance occasionally For, as Wind --I am ne'er seen And as for the Moon? She ne'er shined as brightly as the Sun 4/29/2010