A perplexing labyrinth tis thy moon
Dancing to the 'Father Time' tune

She speaks
With her wobbles and peaks

Her cycles tell of things to come
Tells us when our day is done

Tells us when to rest our head
To prepare us for the day ahead

At full brightness from the barrowed rays,
She reminds us of our physical ways

But when she is made anew,
She tells us to be creative too

She came to Earth and caused confusion
But imagination is not a delusion
Nor is the denseness of matter fusion
And so she teaches of the Great Illusion

DR