I earnestly
Miss the moon
As it was more
Commonly called
Luna in
So Cal skies
How it looked new
As a dialated pupil
And when it was full
So jeweled and bold
Waxing demelting
Waning and fading
But now I can’t
See it anymore
In cloudy, rainy
Washington
Skies still have
A great allure
Yet the crystal eye
No longer burns
Consume Reality! 