Rants And Tastes- My Heavenly Mother Poem by Vance Creston

The inferior quality of the light the Moon blows,

Lays not a secret, in the Sun’s brilliant glows.

Directing your energy on people,

Living in places sprawling miles apart,

Even where my contented goats fart,

In the solitude of my shepherd’s estate

Can I feel your heavenly warmth, shining radiantly down like darts.

Frustrated I must admit,

Of the beads of salty water you forced me to emit,

I still sincerely appreciate your generosity.

Though, yet again,

I enjoy the cooling land breeze that I gain

When you cease the day,

After I patiently seize the day

Wait, that is your doing too,

Right?