Billing Love Every Night! The Show That Never Dies!
On this night moon's gentlest beams are cast
lighting an earthly stage premiering its first act.
Silver lines recited with each starring ray
gracing beasts and moistened grass as night fades into day.
She enters, pausing on a golden hill,
flowing in her silken gown, this sight lingers still;
soft pinkish hues, delighting upturned eyes,
shifting pastel colors rejuvenating skies.
From that managed height never seen before
in costumed heritage aged loveliness will pour;
rearranging props, the pillowed clouds have fled,
all but the slightest puffs left dancing bout her head,
arrayed in sequined dots, ornaments of flight,
is she a royal queen or princess of the night?
Then with all drama charging down the plain
in rhapsodic tenor asserts her silent reign;
through the narrows, on fields of standing corn,
sifting round the mountains, an understudied form;
rehearsing, her glittering lips will play,
smiling pale opaque light with nonsectarian rays.
It is time! the full starry cast is set,
plush velvety curtains starched and neatly pressed;
horns and trumpets, strings that rove in tides,
sounds fully orchestrated tuned and scattered wide,
drumming beats marching round the earthly coasts
waltzing on the stage all greet their amorous host.
Applause commences! then falls a sacred calm
held in a trancelike state within her lighted palm.
The moon's true purpose attested by each eye
billing love every night! The show that never dies!
Saturday, March 6, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: earth,film star,acting,show,moon