The inferior quality of the light the Moon blows, <br /> <br />Lays not a secret, in the Sun’s brilliant glows. <br /> <br />Directing your energy on people, <br /> <br />Living in places sprawling miles apart, <br /> <br />Even where my contented goats fart, <br /> <br />In the solitude of my shepherd’s estate <br /> <br />Can I feel your heavenly warmth, shining radiantly down like darts. <br /> <br />Frustrated I must admit, <br /> <br />Of the beads of salty water you forced me to emit, <br /> <br />I still sincerely appreciate your generosity. <br /> <br />Though, yet again, <br /> <br />I enjoy the cooling land breeze that I gain <br /> <br />When you cease the day, <br /> <br />After I patiently seize the day <br /> <br />Wait, that is your doing too, <br /> <br />Right?<br /><br />Vance Creston<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rants-and-tastes-my-heavenly-mother/
