here i sit staring at a cloud filled sky
and the darker grays beyond silver strands
 
take awhile with the changing moon
and write a tale of tides and moods
 
the twinkling joy of reflective sparkle
the full face grin of illumine




 
the wane and wax of almost cheerful
the hide and seek when it is clouded 
 
in the absence of the new moon light
and mystery of the darker side
 
I see the moon and all its faces
greater and lesser gravitational rides
 
emotions and sensations
effecting every watery substance
 
as it swells of floods and low tides
 
how oft the poet should write of the moon
its constant appeal of a muse
 
for it cast romance upon spirited lovers
like shimmering silver silhouettes
 
riding passions wet and full
splashing waves of heightened thrill
 
moving from night into the day
from crescent to lunar full
 
how glorious always I am enchanted
as its spells of glimmer in the sky
 
knowing too soon it fades away
its mood shrouded and darkened
 
sentiment and opinion
effecting every watery substance
 
as it rises and sets again