A Moonflower I

 
 
 
Her pale full beauty still haunts my mind  
but she is far beyond heart's grasp,  
she beams on me she seems so kind,  
I am mesmerised my eyes stuck fast.  
A Lunatic, I , at the last  
as tides within surge ebb and roar  
my eyes forever are up cast  
as I soar upwards to adore.  
 
Her Mother, sun, can burn and blind  
her power beams so wide and vast,  
but I believe that I have chimed  
with daughter moon my lot, is cast.  
I've  seen her pale light as I glanced,  
as Moonflower I beg for more,  
but by sunrise hopes may be dashed  
at my slow growth up to adore.  
 
She tests my strength, I slowly climb  
further and further even past,  
the Wild Woodbine or Clinging Vine  
on her Mother's rising, I , abashed  
can only curse as her bright light blasts  
me down from my attempted soar  
and wilted now, I am downcast,  
from the impossible, to adore...