spell bound

Entranced,
I go out into the night, once again,
seeking to catch a glimpse of that pearly orb
we call the moon.

Bold, white,
a hunk of rock the world has named
but cannot claim.

Suspended in darkness,
gliding from horizon to horizon,
a face with phases,
marking time, inspiring legends,
childhood rhymes.

Though some wish to trespass in its dust
for me the moon is just a silent siren
to Wonder.

Gazing upward, I go out into the night,
joyfully fascinated and spell bound.