Moon

Walk across the blue sky
in your drape of whiteness
not like a wind shifted cloud,
but steady as a rock in a stream

Satellite of earth, your view
is a plethora of color, that streams
through the atmosphere, stratosphere,
more, freely feeds your darkened eyes

Rays of eyes view your features
millenniums of prying sent as flybys,
only in one era then another stomped on,
violated your skin, took a piece

Punctured your elegance you still reflect
light rays and give of yourself, 
so eons of your mystery are just points 
of reference in an astronomy book

When we gaze, now, we see the man.

©  right now, Denise A White    nature poems