Vesper Call Poem by Ella Goodman

A pleasant night, though stars hide behind the veil
The shimmery moon lights the clouds,
She prefers to rest among the puffs,
Earthly beings though peep for her glance
She seems too bored to indulge much...
Only yester night was her glory full defined
Bright and round radiating light,
Against the dark she smiled full on grace,
Baffling through the cloud cast case.
Full moon night it indeed was thus,
Of dreams and prayers, love and lust.
It was a night of vesper call,
The moon to grant each hearts true call.
So they say who thrust pure faith
On enigmatic silvery Radiant daze.
I oft recline to my mind's recess
To fathom the secrets that abound her face,
The interwined play of faith and trust,
Twix my soul to thoughts aghast,
I wonder on such lonely hours,
Soaked in white light from above,
Beloved moon in whose love does she embark?