Waxing Poetic
The moonlight I fear has me
waxing poetic
So if your good ear finds
this taxing, do let it
I will make no excuse for
the quaintness of flavor
And will take the abuse of
your waning of favor
I’ll address if I might, the
source of this swoon
That precessing night light,
inconstant Miss Moon:
La Luna O Orb who would have
us believe
You would sooner absorb,
accept, and receive
Than be burdened with blame
for the musings of Man
Draw your curtain, do
disclaim, do help me understand
How your presence provokes
unabashed misbehaving
How your passing evokes such
empassioned raving
And I will not forget nor
neglect to convey
Any words you elect or
request me to say.
Of course I don’t mind, says
the moon, moving through
It would kill me to find out
that I’d made you blue
You’re correct in assuming I
disdain recognition
Which is why I keep moving
and changing position
I’m up when you’re down, I
rise when you fall
Or the other way round, I
can never recall
My path is impermanent as I
fly through the vault
Just a flash through the
firmament, how could I be at fault?
The Earth has her hazes, but
I’ve nothing to hide
We all go through phases, we all have a dark side
But compared with the Sun
I’m about as dramatic
As the light of a candle at
I’m just having fun,
bouncing ‘round in the attic,
And my flight’s but a
silvery tune
The sky is so grand it’s a
pleasure to span it
It’d be touching to land,
though I’d never planet.
I feel great newly full and I’m grateful when new
But relating my pull to your
fate’s a wrong view
When you say what you do I
don’t know what you mean
That the power to wish makes
a loon
But I will think it through
and then go and convene
With this cow and this dish
and this spoon.