Oh Moonrise...

Guide your waning, barren, and lonely globe
Over all our twinkling winter dreams
Which crackle through each dozing beasty lobe
Subject to your candlepower beams...
Screened by January's Sub-Zero haze
To dim the dazzle of heavenly glare
And with lumen flux steradian rays
Transform atmosphere into royal air,
Suitable for angels in a frolic
Among the shooting stars and planet rings
And comet orbits so parabolic
They echo the tips of dragonfly wings!
Oh, how do you so ably supervise
The reverie of your eidolon skies?