Ode to the Moon


You rise in silent splendour
Golden orb
In simple, brilliant glory
You step upon your stage
The radiance of your light
Filtered through ghostly trunks of gum trees
Queen of the night
Before whom haute couture
Pales into bland insignificance
At your unadorned magnificence
Photographed on the catwalk of scientific endeavour
You float in simple elegance
Unperturbed by man’s pretentious verbosity
I stand in silent awe before you
Lost for words before exquisite beauty
My soul awakes, moon touched
And sloughs world jaded view
And I must try my very best
In paltry lines
To sing my silent wonder
At your resplendent opulence

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