Much closer to earth than normal,
Proud and full, almost blood-red.
Thin languid clouds ghost by
Adorning her with temporary stripes
And I realise just how frail,
Insignificant all of us are.
This controller of the oceans
Frets not about our petty woes,
Admired by many a poet through the ages.
We're gone in just a blink of the cosmic eye
Yet the moon still reigns... In the night - time sky.