I see the Moon.
A Goddess in the sky.
The night bird sings a sacred tune;
My foundling fancies fly.

I see a face.
As pale white vapors glide.
Behind her blanket radiance
The host of heaven hide.

I feel the wind.
I hear the waters flow.
If ever she her gaze rescind
Such certainties would slow.

The heavens turn,
And spin in spirals tossed.
If ever she her place did spurn
All balance would be lost.

She rules the night.
The Queen of her domains.
Yet when her face forsakes all sight,
This wanderer remains.

The dark expanse.
The Goddess blinks her eye.
Lamenting loss of luminance,
At times the stars may cry.

Her reign returns.
A sliver soon appears.
In reverence an ocean churns,
Erasing lonely tears.

I see the Moon.
My Goddess in the sky.
I wonder if the time is soon
That I could reach so high.