The moon's pockmarked- <br />But it's in my dreams, <br />Deeply etched, though invisibly. <br /> <br />Twining there, like an alien cheese; <br />Or latent philosopher's sketchy scheme, <br />Looking me down many-silvered streams. <br /> <br />I'd embrace the moon, and never loose <br />My heart, from it's moth-eaten lace, <br />Just to see that visage rare; <br />A single view of his only face.<br /><br />Patti Masterman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/his-only-face/
