Seeking The Moon Poem by Becky Gray

Peering through black hazed clouds,
The moon shimmers with all her grace.
The people stand with their pure trust,
As their eyes take her shape.
And in the midst of their cold desire,
They covet her beauty, her ageless face.
Reaching up with outstretched arms,
They seek but cannot grasp her.
Touched by her lushes glow,
They pray that she will embrace all.
They search in vain to touch her surface,
But she is locked within the immortal sky.
Untainted forever with the stars above,
She is Cold and lovely slumbering within her crystal tomb.