The Epiphany of the Moon

HELLO

I don’t embellish you
With overused simile,
You are too tired for that,
I see you in jungle dew.

That rabbit on your face
Is obviously two-dimensional,
Origami that grows benign,
As sharp sickle, you,
You turn into a benign face.

On the freeway in morning light,
I see you pale in the gray sky,
Fore lone lover, the tresses black,
Have left you for the day.

Now is this a lullaby, or is it not?
Sleep tight, dream no dreams,
The monster sun will inevitably yield
To silky night.

Up light for the cloud cover
Which even strobes can’t penetrate.
But I will sit and meditate
On your reflected light.

Pinging back at you,
Messages from terrestrial air.