Look how it stands there-
on gravity's stem,
petals in form of beams
stretching far out
from its center-
efflorescence
in glorious prime
smell its fragrant aroma
of a crisp winter night
as it flies by....
...on wayward breeze.
How I wish to touch it,
reach up,
pluck the blossom
from its galaxy garden,
place it in my hair-
oh, how I would glow
with lunar light.
Look how it stands there-
the moon
in full bloom.