Presenting the Moon

Waiting on the East wing,
She peaked onto the stage.

The other end
Pink skies,
Drew the curtain.
The sun steadily sunk.

Birds fluttered to their nests,
Men dusted and gathered together.
Smoke rose from chimneys.

Flanked by stars,
She slowly inched

All yellow and nervous.
A gentle breeze swept the clouds.
As if the passing souls
Wished her luck,
Her smile brightened
Moment after another.
A glimpse of such a beauty
Made the waters overjoyed.
A fortnight later
They would swell in grief.

Her radiance was not own,
But of a might master.
Some sparkles sprinkled here and there,
She could not touch them,
Reduced to memories-
Now light years away and gone.
In the eccentricities of vast expanse,
She submerged little by little.

In center she stood vibrantly
There were none to applause,
No eyes to grace.
The night solaced her,
No rush, no hecklers -
She meant to be herself.