White blossom in wavering sky
This orbiting lunar grace A talisman of good fortune
And truly, if it is not this,
Then what else could be?
Could match such celestial elegance?
And so the full moon rises
A pale queen glistening in pearl
She looks down in her totality
Image mirrored upon the winter ice
And in truth she sees us not
We are but a consequence
Or though if she could
Perhaps she might mock us
Silver wit deriding our grey dreams
But all she sees is her lover Earth
And as he sleeps she observes
While humanity still talks
With the affection of children
Of a 'man in the moon'
