Ambiance Amour

Few things tranquilize more than a moonbeam
Scattered through the silent shadows of the night
To tantalize as much as any dream...
Either by chance or divine sight
Equally dropped, seemingly from above.
But I understand there's no up or down
In moonbeam source coordinates whereof
All spatial optics treat as if a crown...
By all the goddesses of love adorned
To scintillate through stratospheric streams
Brewed from tropic brines solar rays have scorned
And whipped into frontogenetic steams...
Transforming Apollo's glare into glow
Which for a romance...is more apropos!