I remember looking at the moon
Silver-blanched on balmy nights in June
I always stretched my hands to her in wonder
So still she seemed amid claps of summer thunder
As a child I imagined the queen moon
Milky stars adorned her raiment in monsoon
A silver nimbus graced her white gold curls
Her neck arrayed with luminous roseate pearls
I imagined the fair queen in quiet blue hours
Radiant beneath moonstone alabaster bowers
Bearing a scepter fashioned from a moonlit disk
A wind-borne gift wrapped in whipped cream whisk
I longed to see her palace on moon sands
Admire its spires with crescent plated bands
Or touch the petals of the lotus flowers
Or watch her elfin dance in golden hours
As a child I dreamed I was a sister elf
Who could saddle the moon’s chariot myself
And watch the path unfold like condensed milk
As I sat on plush cushions of the finest silk
I longed to someday catch a moonbeam
And keep it safe inside my chest of dreams
Suffused with light and wonderworking powers
Deep inside the fair moon’s candied cotton towers