Onyx veined moon
peeps behind a frilled
crystal cut cloud adrift
black ink stoic sky 
has its pallette 
pleading  for a
bristled brush
in the hands 
of visionary
captivated by 
a mystic miracle
that glowing orb  
it neatly nestles
whilst weaving
wispy  strands
of scattered 
lunar beams
oe’r pliant 
dark tree top 
foliage swaying
to sharp breeze
scenic stimulus
an earnest art
grove gallery by
adjoining stream
in flow and trickle
stint akin to cue
for lambent
loiterer  glum
so perplexed  
yet inward
inkling as orbit
of the artisan
pen or paint
closet dabbler 
whose inertia 
frozen frigid
hidebound 
hankers for
silken swoon
from that 
celestial 
of bodies
to spark 
a latent fiery
gumption
bubbling 
blandly 
within each 
arch after 
hour budding
Rembrandt