Moonbeams...

Infiltrate the passing Mackerel sky
Broadcasting proof of hidden spectrums there
When commingled with the prismatic snare
Every mandated moonbeam can't deny,
For traps are what all skyborne dewdrops are
Only waiting for some fresh ray to scatter
Before the fated night they'll splatter
Some annexed moonlight like a tiny star
Onto some wildflower flirtation
In a patch of wanton freshness below,
Far below their queen's cratered curvation
Exposing their herbaceous bordello
With her magistracy of libration...
The best domain a true lover could know!