Ode to the Moon
Oh, beautiful moon
Of ivory dust
Molded by angels’ hands
Brilliant orb of night
Silhouette of day
Floating in the sky
Like ice on a glass of water
Oh, holy moon
Wax and wane each month
From perfect body of light
To nothing but
A memory
Like the smile of
The Cheshire cat
Incapable of captivity
But in the mind of
The eye of
The beholder
Oh, eternal moon
Following the earth
As a shadow would
Not physically infallible
But with steadfast purpose
You shine for every one of us
No matter where we are
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