Moon 1

So rare, this fleeting grace,
Moon blessed curves in close reverie with earth, cajoling
Interrupted by angel's flight!
The spring blows trumpets of color
Toward the nearest star
The moon is a gift, a painter, our Blue.
Bathing in this aspiration
Both Heaven and Hell are left behind;
In this bed of truth…straddling the stratosphere
Till Gods gave thunderous applause