Fullmoon at Twilight

The beauty of twilight
So often mislaid
Between the hustle and bustle
Of work and play
Appears but for a moment
Then slips away
Fading into darkness
To return at the end of day

The beauty of twilight
Never more than at full moon
Rising from the northeast
With its face well groomed
Watching the sun as it sets
In the southwest with a
Sorrowful tear running down
Its mountain crest

For the beauty of twilight
On this twenty-eighth
Lunar day
Lies in the meeting of
These two lovers
Who's orbs they stray

Oblivious to the
Hustle and bustle of our
Work and play
These two lovers prepare
For that twenty-eighth
Lunar day

1989 Jim Cain