Luna.

These waters are dark, were,
clouds fuchsia in blues,
terce rains thrumming sounds of night,
A heart of two hues - black and sable.

When then dead night descends,
lambent stars dim in harmonious rhythm,
shadowed shadows scar corners of Moon,
so, so was till Luna.

Whispers wild, chaste roses sore to sight,
heart's poisons wither, fade,
love's elixirs lay binds to rues of heart,
a mind's mend.

Blued bay oceans never soaring, ever,
Summer's light gladdened,
Winter's falls seethe hums as none;
This, this, love has wrought;

A heart hymned of myriad hues.