Poetic...

About a month ago I was talking to a friend about the moon and had a poetic moment...

She walks across the azure field;
Behind a vaporous veil she moves-
Cycled grace tinting her shroud with light;
Peering though a vapored veil,
She breaks forth in glorious display-
Pearl of the night, Watcher of day;

She considers, she reflects
Light not her own,
She shines with glory rebounding-
The light of fiery King of watchful space,
Whose vivid rays trace earth’s rim
to find her face and in love, un-dim.