Borne on heaven's cyan streams
by oarsmen plying silver beams,
she waits beside the Milky Way
to cross the bridge of dreams.
For aeons she has kept this tryst
once yearly, one enchanted night
when Earth and Moon can reunite
as love personified.
A thousand thousand stars define
the rapture when their arms entwine,
then one by one grow dim, depart,
as day snuffs out love's gleaming heart.
*This poem is based on an ancient Chinese
legend about the immortal love between
the Earth and the Moon.