The Moon

The night flowers Bloom
-E.Webb

oh how you pour light on a black sea of eternity, from a back light of stars you be,
a light so pure reflected direct from heavens decree

godly days from a face of lights pure,
earthly eyes that face bound
 not worthy to behold made fade

You seem accepting of pupils of human pair, 
those lided lenses that sleep does avaid,
to look upon your face is not to there sights fade

a staring eye can see , the petals of the nights flower,
your brothers face perfection in form,
but I can not be allowed to admire such things in all it brings.
there for can make a yawn

Yours a face, seems aged and worn,
its a timeless story to read of  characterful times past,
an image that does never give an eyes boredom, or a beings yawns,
at sight of you, agains star blade lawns

You nightly stare earthward and watch while eyes wonder,
im enchanted by your monthly bloom, 
in stars twinkles set yonder 

A seemed confidence is only half a story's face,
the dark side of your other place,
never seen is the case,

a characters shy half that in a waxy ; wane,
seems you uneasy with all your fame

yet rare events you will always attend,
and you show a playful wisdom to your character
between years spaced long.
and take stage a performance to stop even the gayest birds in song.

In your wise , this playful game isn't of normal,
but set to day, a secret that is in disguise
alike every drama great you include that twist bases surprise .

This be a secret that you will behold,
for more than your dark side is a secret to be told.

To upstage the sun is all what is your ore
a wisdom of a face thats age is written  crater born

A secret that hides in size, distance and an orbit of two.

a stage set you take your place and days light , replaced by a nights face,

 you shock stricken an eye of a day ward praise beholds
as your playful dramas twist unfolds

this be a character of which I grow fonder and deep,
the surprise of humours secret,
the magic in the secret you keep,

I Imagine in a chuckle ,
you shortly get on your way,

giving back your brother the stage of the day,

 again you return the eye of heavens light,
and you retreat to your eves of where he has no place,
all be with a slice of a bright brothers might.

To you I will say while your brothers set away,

I think your my favourite,
and you make me laugh,
you give not all your secrets to my wonders,

so on and on in my mind your face ponders .