The Moon-Ii: The Immortal Poem by John N Mate

Warden of the creator's realm/
When mortal's in deep dream./
Wanderst the night/
When blushing sun's no more sight./
In God's very kingdom/
Where reside many a finest diamond.//

Tho' attired in golden robe/
Never for power grope./
Painted with grace/
Is his plump face./
Worshipped in awe by mortals/
Yet remain God's loyal vassal.//

Witnessed civilizations of ev'ry age/
And of times passage./
Of ev'ry drudge and crown/
Ev'n of nations unknown./
Immortal being as he/
Is what I long to be.//