A big cresent stranger
mysteriously wonderful.
Mystical, so mystical
Floats up above the dark,
calm empyrean.
But, Have anyone wondered?
and stopped to stare at this humble giant?
Spots; Battle scars from the past.
Bombarded by worlds still manages to last.
Flawed and imperfect,
shines to perfection.
Constant in vision
but never fails to amuse.
Beauty and peace lingers
as it's yesterday hinders,
makes my eyes roll
like voodoo tricksters
A big cresent stranger,
with time heals and mends
Like gold casted inbetween
cracks of broken jars and pens
