Another Moon Poem
Never have I seen the moon so dim Her face so pale and noble Shining for all the oceans to admire But no more. The mighty hand of space opens up like the wings of a raven casting shadows across the sea,mountain, and valleys But as the cold blanket of darkspace descends upon my moon and paints her worshipers a darker shade of color one by one, the stars emerge As if to arrive from distant shores Galactic travelers equipped with torches set to light our way. Now they sit still Awaiting our departure. Worshipers, Arise! The light of the moon is fleeting. Like birds you must fly Towards the tides of space. So that all the oceans we contain, may come to life.