Land of love, our moon
half your face in darkness
the other a bright pale visage,
and so constant with the sun

You make romance a preterite
changeable is your face
sometimes red sometimes blue
yet your pale sweet face
is what I love about you
you have been guide's to marinas
the payers of many saints
the rhythm, of all life here

All that are heaven bound
will always look at you
even wolves in timber lands
cold in perma frost
howl thier praise to Luna you
as the hunt in the name of you


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris