The moon shines not every night, and then she shines with gifted light, by degrees black or by degrees white, of face, she may be cloudly veiled or nakedly bright, revealing beautiful scars from a cosmic fight, or else, she is shy, sensual, seductive in partial sight, her crescent curves console the souls of the earthly contrite, and unseen, still she exerts magnetic might, beloved by poet in peace and prosperity, pain and plight, for she is twain to his eyes, luminous inspiration and hidden insight…