Moon Spirit

Moon, the King of night

Out of darkness, a light

The crescent smiles with leisure

The half delights with pleasure

The full moon empires the sky

With its star friends aside biding good hello and goodbye!

The upper smoky part diminishes in crystals and piece

Fading around fading by, refuse to cease.

The cottony smoke and woven half-moon cast a spell

There, the eyes still and dwell.

On shiny, glittery, clear and crisp crescent moon,

Rubs the smoky imprint like a prune.

In the dark, an apparent effect glimmer and glows

What a spirituality in generosity moon endows!