The Perfect Mix

Far beyond our cauldron skies
spins Luna, within her ambit path,
ever in a dance to mesmerize  
the mind by way of moon ray bath
on amber cloud banks passing over
the worldwide slumbering scene
of daffodils and dewy clover
and all the chlorophyll in between
each visionary midnight sigh
partaken by nocturnal lovers
of every vernal lunar phase on high
whose radiation always discovers
inspiration in some onshore flow,
gently kissed, by her waxing gibbous glow!