Moon in full.

Was it the taste of expectations that left me unaware,  for I had begged the moon in full, for moments yet to share,
but falling is my expertise but to land is not my forte told, I envy how the moon still hangs,  with halos brimming gold,

Maybe the delightful sun May carry something to aid and heal a wound, for vibrant is her known accord,  where the moon had always swooned, she made wishing wiser told, on every parting star, to fall, but never was a wound so deep, that it might leave a scar at all.