She is circled, all aglow
kindling rays of the Sun's
footsure refraction bending light.
Against her round-faced slopes
lighting up the curves and vale,
storm clouds heavy with her smile.
Far older then her orbit around
her beloved, she nimbly revolves about,
sounding her global bell
Gliding down her lovers shadow
blushing red her whiter shade of pale
remembering by another name did she spin
when youthful Terra captivated
her indigo shade
path in the dark before time.
Unvanquishable by the blind mans dial,
the heavy gold hour hand's crusade around
a mundane sphere in a silverode case.
She is the inseparable triple companion
waxes and wanes in cyclic perfection
the rightful time keeper.
Her horology nearly invincible,
her fixing of destinies
moves the tides.
With a kiss candescent
all diaphanous a moment
crystallized and cryptical.
Deep, dark, Lunar Maria
traveling by night upon cosmic waves
before the origins of the moons
remembered and forgotten antiquity.
Quondam soul cast aside
pure milk from the sacred cow
each portion a perplexing puzzle.
She dances buoyant on inward seas
too wild, and too glorious
hidden in plane sight
from human eyes.