Luna's Serenade
 
The moon's corona
mingles
    with
     your
      liquid
        azure
          irises.
 
Chorusing moonbeams
luminate
     your spirit's
             spectrum,
 
producing
       a palette of colors
     that imbue the night.
 
Beauty
    streaming
        from your nacreous being
saturates everything
  In milky iridescent waves.
 
This is why
She sings to you,
her child.

​​Michael Sell