Perpetual Moon

Rippling life mirrors a soft trend
Coming about in sheers of ice
Chasing lights that take short flights
Off such grounds of resemblance
A balance of light liquid blue
Beats of syrup like sweet elixir
Touching each tongue of sound
A moon glistens by a tide often shored
Hiding her beauty from every steering face
Facade of her less known to the common tongue
She wound kindles of imagined hope
In prepetual moon dewy wave they dance
Lifting the pales of buffered blues
Attires would match in a crystal crowd
The ruby crown she wears speaks of nights
Gazing through dawn she illuminates this place
The forest of sea renderings almost flown
As she is fond oblivion to the curtained stage
Keep watch blood red luna kind to all
Waiting one day she will be found