The Gipsy's Rubaiyat (Poetry)

There’s a face in the moon and she smiles down on me
as I trek the wild cliffs by night’s whispering sea
she is distant but true, sailing coolly above
keeping pace with my thoughts as we rove silently.

There’s a face in the moon — a full circle of love
a bright halo of silver when clouds form a glove —
try to sheath for a moment her luminous shine
still her light filters down — feathers soft as a dove.

There’s a face in the moon — she’s a goddess divine
giving hope to this dreamer who longs for a sign
that my deepest desires will all someday come true
and life’s legendary secrets might some day be mine.

There’s a face in the moon — she quite often seems blue —
like there’s ice in her heart and its coldness creeps through
then it fills the whole sky and I suddenly see
that she’s tired of the journey — there’s nothing that’s new.

There’s a face in the moon — she reflects magically
on the oceans below as she tugs constantly
she’s a lamp for this loner — a friend to the free —
there’s a face in the moon and she smiles down on me.