New Moon, New Moon
Will you come to visit soon?
Waxing Crecent, fine and pleasant!
Begin your dainty little presence.
First Quarter, outline your border.
White face in the sky grows bolder!
Waxing Gibbous, quite conspicuous,
Glowing eye that pierces through us.
Full Moon, Full Moon!
We shall sink in madness soon!
Waning Gibbous, gnawed by dusk.
Time is taking you from us...
Third the Quarter, almost over.
Dying gently as a lover.
Waning Crescent, you're nearly done
. . . And now a New Moon has begun.
Jun 28, 2014
Jun 28, 2014 at 2:48 AM UTC
New Moon, New Moon
Will you come to visit soon?
Waxing Crecent, fine and pleasant!
Begin your dainty little presence.
First Quarter, outline your border.
White face in the sky grows bolder!
Waxing Gibbous, quite conspicuous,
Glowing eye that pierces through us.
Full Moon, Full Moon!
We shall sink in madness soon!
Waning Gibbous, gnawed by dusk.
Time is taking you from us...
Third the Quarter, almost over.
Dying gently as a lover.
Waning Crescent, you're nearly done
. . . And now a New Moon has begun.
I am not quite sure what the spacing is doing to this poem. Oh well, the computer thinks it knows best I 'spose. :P
