Moon Sonnet
Mine
Of all the things the moon has seen,
Pale, drifting sphere, silent, serene,
She keeps all secrets held, embraced,
Forever in her heart encased.
Invisibly shackled by Earth's force
On an eternal, tethered course,
A captive then, who rules the tides;
The jealous cloud, her beauty hides.
She haunts the sky by day, unseen;
At night parades in borrowed light,
And poets bow before their queen,
And lovers vow within her sight.
And when she rises, takes her throne,
She makes the souls of men her own.
