Misty, White and Old
Who will challenge the beauty
of the moon.
A misty daemon shrouded
clouded, white and old
…time itself.
We watch quite politely as
the moon revolves from
one side of sky to another
Following us, watching our eyes
with dead eyes
a million
or so.
This moon is dreamy
this moon is sublime
and no one can challenge its beauty.
None so bold
can move us like the moon.