Rose Town Moon Down

Tonight fair Luna was at her best
Hanging above the urban lights
And drifting damp into the west
Like on so many other nights
Her waxing gibbous throws a beam
As bright as any light allowed
That city dwellers dare to dream
Would percolate an ocean cloud
Rolling over suburban hills
Like an ebony forest park
And the bracing tonic it distills
With its old arboreal bark
Where only moonlight permeates
When no man made light officiates.