Ode to the Moon

Over the airports misty plain

Hovering through the grayish blue

Shining through the tower’s pane

My eyes, pale dear, are stuck on you

Your many moods deceive

Ebb and flow month to month

Streaming beams I do perceive

Supporting sky as on plinth

A watchful eye you provide

Gleaming, glaring, glamorize

You light the way citywide

A blinding stars cooler disguise

How long you've silently stood

Steadfast and still in silky sky

What makes it still misunderstood

How you made Sinatra fly

Slowly sliding through the night

Overtly overpowering orion

Shadowed by your shimmering might

The stars, blue moon, are crying

How many eyes have fallen

Upon your rocky veneer

Scathed sapient specimen’s

Moonlit troubles disappear

Dusty dunes silently sweet

Sorrow across the surface

Driven into canyons deep

Exposed their lack of purpose

Mystic memories permeation

Eased by gentle elucidation