Alchemic Nights  

By bright meridian quadrature  
she bids adieu to lingering billows  
as if extinguishing cigarillos  
for the burning crime of being impure  
in the purity majesterium  
where Mother Nature, from her highest perch,
over rules every Earthly church  
with the flaxen moonbeam collyrium  
in witch hour tincture forevermore  
treating a soul's retinal fatigue  
by astronomical beauty blitzkrieg  
in actinic purification pour...
washing away the troubles of the day  
with ataraxia... the lunar way!