The moon with its silver sheen spreads tranquil aura

On the face of the drowsy earth exhausted by a day of toil

Its face is beautiful but covered with blemishes

These shadows on its face have floated there for aeons

They are the lunar maria seas hurling with elixir on silve soil

Or impact craters formed by lava on its face, now cooled

This we have now seen through the telescope of science

But the eyes of lore beyond different images to explain

The dark spots like scars on the face of the moon

The immortantal Chang-o drank the elixir of eternal life

That gifted to her archer husband by the gods

And to escape his wrath fleed to the moon

And is seen as a three legged frog on the silver face

Blessed by the god Sakkria for offering its life as alms

The hare lives on the moon as an example of sarifice

Buddha’s fingers also etched the rabbits figure on the moon

For its selfless sacrifice and devotion towards himself

The hare many say sits at the foot of divine cassia tree

Pounding for the genii drugs to blend into elixir

The hare was hurled on the lunar face to dim its lustre by deities

The toad on the moon signifies unrequited love of the wolf

One that was emamoured by the toad that fleed to lunar soil

To escape its amorous advances while it gazed in despair

Or are those blotches frozen images of unfortunate lovers

Those separated by the brutal dictates of fate

Only to find togetherness in the solitude of lunar soil

Is the shadow reflected on the moon’s face reflection

Of the spires of a cathedral on the silver land

Is the grief of Venus goddess of love reflected

As shadows on the lunar surface at night having winessed

The hatred spawned in the heart of mortals on earth

 Or is it just an old woman sitting on her spinningwheel

Spinning the siken thread of fantasy t be spun into dreams

Of fluorescent allure on the looms of the eyes

Or are these shadows distants forests where Diana hunts

Were these dark blemishes wrinkles on the face of an aging maiden

Who endured vagaries down the passage of Time

Or were they the trees  from Otaheite grown

There from seeds scattered by the doves soaring high

Thus the mstery of the lunar shadows is elucidated

By lore in variegated shades, each explaination unique

And an example of the flight of human fancy…