LUNAR MOON

LUNAR MOON

I am the lunar moon, waiting to burst into flames

From blocking the sun light to the earth.

I am the crest that wakes in the lining of the horizon,

Waking in the morning dawn and the even foliage

That colors the sky with incandescent paint;

Leaving the evening brilliant in its beauty.

I am the eye of the moon

When the sun tries to hide behind it.

The blistering flash of blindness

Hides the majesty of the solar brilliance

Of fire red, incandescent blue—of the transcendent

Of the universe of life.

I am the force shield protecting the universe

From catastrophies, from the debris of space.

I am the lunar moon, changing as the season

Of the earth changes.

I am the lunar moon, moving effortlessly

In the gravitational grip of the earth; colored:

Red, orange, blue, and blackness in the darkness

Of space.

I am the Moon, silently watching in gray, black,

In the circle of the sun, create many colors among

The rainbows, but most of all the protector of the earth

When the sun wants to get closer.

I am the Lunar Moon!