On a Full Moon's Night

In all its glory, in all its youth,
in a form that's rounded, silky and smooth,
like a newly formed drop, that will disappear soon,
I wait with trepidation, the waning of the moon.

Separated through ages, distanced by fate,
your light has been shining, but reaching me late,
my heart is so heavy, it can bend a spoon,
I pine to catch a glimpse, the far side of the moon.

Teasing like a grape, that's just beyond reach,
bitter and cold, charming and bleak,
mesmerized by her beauty in one fell swoop,
I scrutinize with impunity, the dark spots of the moon.

With blood on my hands, my heart still croons,
I watch with equanimity, the eclipsing of the moon.