Moon Dreamer
Looked up on or not, Seen or not,
The moon is there, in altering phase
Due to eclipsing of Earth every day
Every time I see her, wax or wane
atop trees or nearing hills or above the Main
I can”t help weeping, as if a clutch
as if my beau unavail, thinning away
Within sight but out of touch
When I was a daughter of six or seven
I assumed me a princess, “the moon in heaven
Wherever I go, always follow me at my pace!”
Once in blue she showed her full face
I would flow like a jellyfish in the ocean of night
Relishing Beauty, truth, love, all alone by right
Under this crescent I feel like a scanting sift
With cosmic winds coming on infinite shift
Going through me, indefinite constance
But me, if anything, a mortal instance