0 Moon, my love, You're gorgeous tonight, I said
If I had time I'd compose for you a hymn
But I must work hours yet and then to bed
Sorry, drapes will keep your luminescence dim

Like Lady Wisdom, Lady Moon plays to win
She turned away so I saw but half her face
And, as she faded, her knowing crooked grin
I'll be back, she laughed, same time same place

And with me you know well what I will bring:
The first Sunday after the first full moon in spring

Uninvited, you rose
Above the trees, triumphant
In full womanly glory
Proud, shameless, naked
Behind spun lace clouds

"Moon is back!"
"Isn't she lovely tonight?"
"So rich and round and bright!"
"What would we do -without her!"
"Isn't her gown gorgeous!"

Shameless gown, I mutter,
No modesty at all
Makes a spectacle of herself
Besides she's nothing more
Than a cold, lifeless rock

"What a thing to say!"
"She's so pretty."
"You have no taste at all"
"'Moon is a sacrament"
"A sexy sacrament!"