Lunatic

You say that moonlight falls upon the land
To permeate the planet from above;
That down it pours, as from an artist’s hand,
And gilds the night in silver show of love.
But I know better. Luna is insane--
As mad as she is barren, yet still more;
With crazed desire she draws pearlescent rain
From flooded soil and conjures to her orb
A stream of late-spilt sunlight from the ground.
The saturated Earth can’t help release
This luminous excess, and with no sound
It floods, a glowing tide, to find its peace
Above. A barren sister to the Earth,
Cold Luna steals our light to swell her girth.