Erudite

O beguiling moon on which I gaze,
Of an iridescence I do praise,
A fragile heart but a mortal beat,
Upon silent strength I seek.
A beauty captures mine presence.
 

Try as I may, I naught canst see,
Why a glow enchants me,
For it is but an iridescent light
Full, round, engorged bright.
I but an insect caught in the essence.
 

I’ve gazed in wonder,
Transfixed under,
Selene, edify the perplexing way,
Enlighten a resplendent array.
Grant thine erudite strength.
 

Thine enchantment is an illusion,
To imbue daft hearts with confusion,
I'm but a suppliant fool,
Finding the gods to be cruel.
I requisite wisdom at any length.