Moon pie topping

She radiates with wonder the silk of her skin Yearns at the sunrise the moon enters in Staring softly in wonder the redness of the sky The droplets of steam rising up from the pie Yes within this romantic splendour She did bake a pie A pie with three toppings One cherry, one roses, one dry This topping she left She left for the day The day she would pull The moon down to stay It would sit as a topping So golden and bright Sit by her lace curtains And gleam to invite.