Frigid see-through fingers
Holding what they can
Of the brilliant cold moon
Grasping each cloudy strand
Brings me ever closer to the super moon
I am Tarzan
A howl, a head held high
A form facing the sky
The wolf moon echoes a courageous cry
Blue moon
Tears make a mangata runway
Fly me to you
Up up and away
Morning moon, the one
Hardly seen with margins pale and indistinct
Sending symbiotic greetings
To the more luminous sun
Analise Lucal