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
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