Moonfull

The moon is a bulb who God in the sky drew Some nights with earth, plays peekaboo The moon is a face who greets the lonely nights Tonight filled, tomorrow his light, hidden from all sights. The moon is no fool, yet loves to play his tricks A different face every night he picks Among the stars, he appears as a near jewel In the nightful sky, the rightful rule Would you see the moon dance Spinning around the globe, without hands In the wind, stirring Mother Earths ocean skirts Still standing poised, as round, She Globe turns Never should you fear to lose him He might choose a bulb bright, or he’ll choose dim Every long day that’s met it’s end In the heavens, greeted by your illuminated friend