The first vernal moon
Measured one-seventh lit,
Backdropped in a star-studded pit
Of ebony sky,
With Venus, brilliant,
By her side,
A ring of light
Outlined the disc.
A man, standing
On a ladder,
Stretches a finger
As if to flip
A peephole plate
On a galactic door.
And through the hole
Streamed pearls of light
From a well-lit room.
I felt I spied eternity
Au clair de la lune.
Reverse my whim,
And think of one
Peeping in
To see how ones,
Such as us,
Weathered winter's boons.
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