IN LUNAR FULLFILLMENT
Seemingly, hanging in place,
As the nightly world turns,
The smiling fingernail
Crescent moon looks
Down at her
Companion,
Little Venus:-
Both confidently shining in self-assurance
Of the coming canvassing of the crescent
Into its full mooning of the full ebon night:-
Oh, if only I could find a wet word-brush
To canvass this celestial performance
Whose cosmic beauty the evening
Ebon beauty is quietly reflecting:-
However, mere lexical letters
Can’t mirror this sky-beauty:-
However, praise be,
Our eyes’ mind can
Mirror this beauty
Of night’s sky
Canvassing
Glory to us:
This share
From me
To you:-