THE MORNING MOON MAY NOT BE VISIBLE

THE MORNING MOON MAY NOT BE VISIBLE 

The morning moon may not be visible

Feast with your eyes whilst you still may

As it balloons through the evening sky

Painting bright yellows amidst the grey

Blankets close above its pale silver head

Time’s chariot whisking it so far away

Shying away from poised eyes and lenses

Night’s ruler finds its natural solution

Bringing viewers frustrating consternation

Much like that untelevised revolution

The morning moon may not be visible

The morning moon may not be visible

The morning moon may not be visible

As the dark night’s curtains softly twitch

Exposing moonlight or streetlamp glows

Rules of nature now reveal one tiny hitch

Night-time’s brightest light hides coyly away

Refusing blankly to let others scratch their itch

Yearning desire unfulfilled despite glances

Concealed by darkness as a new day pounces

Down below the world waits pricked up poised

Your inner tannoy crackles and announces

The morning moon may not be visible

The morning moon may not be visible

The morning moon may not be visible

A heavenly overnight lover no longer there

Leaving us cuckolded by other hemispheres

Scrabbling under blankets for its underwear

Slipping away before the day commences

Half-mooning in and out of paned night air

With promises to return for future dances

Hiding behind dawn’s misty curtain quivers

So spanking new to be barely there at all

Waxing waning through quarters it slivers

The morning moon may not be visible

The morning moon may not be visible

MAWH, Feb 2018