The Pensive Moon Poem by Stephen Spurrier Jr.

The pensive moon doth paint the sea—
In frosts of white and silver glee…
Chilly—chilly blows the tree
Standing awed by Purity…

Crisp and free the moon records
Its fathom swift to earn reward!
There the night eclipses time—
Far off—so faint—the star-lights chime!

Here in azure crystal sky—
Nature taps the Inward eye.
O the bluest crystals beam
Deep within—as others dream…

Dream O diamonds in Night’s Chest—
Dream and disregard the rest!
Moon! What art which thou hast formed—
A brute defiance of the norm!