Goddess of the Moon

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.