Full Moon

The naked maiden woos the brilliant sun;
She is the ruling queen of silent nights.
As Earth enjoys the scene that has begun,
A throng of stars applauds afar with lights.
The ocean wakes and lifts its arms in praise
And gently bathes the lands with sodden hands.
It then retreats to reach its second phase,
Exposing hidden shores and countless sands.
This glowing maiden, stunningly divine,
Displays in full her alabaster skin.
In awe, I then begin to write a line,
Describing what I see and feel within.
 So as she wakes and bares her beaming face,
 My heart, like tides, responds to heaven's grace.