heaven hangs a ribbon of moon
upon the twilit sky.
Unfurled, she is a sweet-faced moon,
a slender, shining grace.
Damsels wearing sparkling gems
which flutter glittery, starry hems
proffer silver spoons on lace-lit trays
while the baby moon sleeps quietly,
a hush upon her face.
She reaches tiny fingers
towards her glittering , starry hosts.
On evenings, she grows moonbeams
and the pretty damsels sigh
“Oh, isn’t she a darling?
A small lit moon is she.
Look how she jostles Sunrise
to rouse him from his sleep.”
Silently she grows,
quietly she grows and never sighs
with pearl-lit hands, she proffers nights
which twirl like shells in moonlit swirls,
her glowing slippers wrap around
her gleaming slender legs
with ribbons of angels strings