Moonflower in Lunar Bliss

Waxing to thy proudest,
Fullest disc of pallid gold,
A lavish lunar fullness,
At thy height — so stately bold!

Moonflower, in gardens thick,
And hued like marigold,
Leaves of green from stalks so keen,
In loving lunar hold.

Moonflower, in reverence,
And lit in orange flame,
Ipomoea alba is their,
scientific name.

Glamorous, this warm spring night,
In starlight lucid clear,
Congregants in sheer delight;
Dianna’s face so dear!

Worshipping this goddess,
Reaching petals set aflame!
Candles bright, in orange light,
To praise Dianna’s name!

Rising from the ashes,
Of the new moon weeks ago,
Thee, the supple maiden,
With the vibrant sun thy beau,

His serenade throughout the month,
Enticing thee to smile!
His buoyant voice, a perfect pledge,
To charm thee and beguile!

Aye, he provides thy ecstasy,
For he ignites thy face,
Ascending to this highest pitch—
A rapturous embrace!

The full moon is a wedding high,
Twixt solar groom and lunar maid,
The flowers form a fanfare crowd,
Neath adoration unafraid.

ADL