creating a halo, the street-lights
a more dazzling orange but without the allure.
The majestic full form invites admiration
yet some people peer at the pavement
ignoring the beauty held in the sky.
Long after my bones wave the world goodbye
she will still be master of the tides
quite indifferent to my fate
and I reside on a wall to stare
with wonder as in days of old.
Oh, I long for no light pollution:
a star-freckled dome and moon mystical, bright
moving so slowly...the queen of the night.