The Ring of Moon

When the moon came down
descending upon the earthlings
She hung over the bridge
across the dusty city sky.
No poets she came across
who wrote for her the odes
No painters came by her
who brought her alive
on their canvas boards

The moon lay waiting
for lovers to come seeking
the inspiration
that made them croon
the love songs

Forlorn ,it stayed put
a halo illuminating
the drab earth
and then, after eons
it rose steadily
before the greedy earth
could suck her
in its decadence
So, majestically it rose
and slowly faded
behind the clouds