Pale-Face Moon

Pale moon in the sky have you lost your way? For your realm is night, not the bright of day. Your face is white, are you sick, not OK? Your healthy skin brown tanned - hides your pocked hinterland. Scars of sebaceous gland - the pimples picked by hand. But in the light of day, all can be seen. The crater marks simply gleam, glow obscene, On your pale moon face, to shame and demean. So my dear pale face moon - your fans still want to croon To bay, howl, not at noon - but in midnight's dark gloom, So dear moon, please keep away and don't stray, After a one-night stand onto the strand. For you risk being labeled a has-been, So starkly pale, in the bright light at noon.