still
the moon still young
compared the night and its worldly stars
each bore a gift in mind
some magnificent some insignificant
to barter her bewitching body
astral lures swam the night canals
which link the body stars
for whisperings of dowry became the wonder and the gossip
of those many heads and indeed they sent their emissaries
comets
glad with missions bright effusions
and the glow of parade and lustre
all just spangled glitter
speed but not much substance
projected through the thoughts
a wise man knows the difference in gravity