Standing in a crater in my leaden shoes, I am held there by more than =
Gravity, she's been hit so many times with heavenly abuse, quite a =
History of catastrophe, but the footprints on her face are merely made =
By man, she's is shining despite the rough terrain, I think she picks =
Her teeth with the staff of a flag, she plucked from her cheek with =
Playful disdain. Glowing survivor, gorgeous in orbit, throwing a =
Spotlight over the chasm, glowing survivor, gorgeous in orbit, casting =
Her shadow, over the sea (heavens' at end)...Geologic samples held up to =
The light, teach very little of her life, astronomers deny what they can =
Divine, by merely gazing up into her eyes, every lunar cycle she begins =
A new, not afraid to show herself in full, the man is a myth, lovers =
Share a view, all god's howling dogs to her are dutiful. If you come at =
Nightfall, you can see all her magnitude, her tidal tears have fallen, =
Reflective of the sun, bearning her gratitude.
Submitted by: Mel
