Sonnet XVI: Lunar Photosynthesis
Continuation of Sonnet XIV. Building a botanical bridge to reach the moon.
Shooting stars skin to glitter dust, fall
From dark wine of thy purple dust cloud
A blinding halo of light hov'ring 'round
Thy body, bright against deep space's wall
A wreath of brilliance, crown on jet-black crown
Where the knowledge of binary stars rest
Golden laces descend thy pearly vest
While silver drops descend my earthen gown
If I take root and through Mother's power
Grow into a thread-work of vines and leaves
And when finished through this tree shall I weave
To touch thee once from atop this tower
But if I slip, at least last glimpse would be
Thy face in all thy uneclipsed beauty