World of Seven Moons

	'And the coronal on my head
	 With seven moons was bright.' 	
	-William Sharp/Fiona MacLeod, THE HOUR OF BEAUTY.

	Soaring moons in perfect splendor,
	Looking with silent sentience down,
	Only tell me what to do; I surrender,
	And will adorn you with a poetry-crown.

	You, Idriel, the small purple moon
	Who lingers on the outer edge of the dark,
	Give me the word; I will sing some glassy tune
	That will make people turn in disgust from the lark.

	You, Ariel, the moon the color of opal,
	Who dances near the others, yet apart,
	Tell me what you wish; I will be opal,
	I will give the shining colors of my heart.

	You, Mariel, the brilliant red body
	Who takes the center, and conquers with light,
	I swear to you that my song is not shoddy.
	Only speak, and I will give you the song of the night!

	You, Luriel, the soft shining green one,
	Who follows Mariel as if she fears to intrude,
	I will give you a radiance in song more than the sun.
	Only whisper the words, and tell me of your mood!

	You, Juriel, the crystal moon like an angel,
	Who makes all the world for a time crystalline,
	Tell me! Only tell me! I will make even angels giggle,
	And bring something of the world's laughter to the divine.

	You, Nariel, who flourishes in dark blue,
	And makes the most magnificent song of them all,
	With your permission I will make them all envy you.
	The other moons from the sky with envy would fall!

	You, Hadriel, most mysterious because darkness,
	Showing only in the circle where you edge out the stars,
	I can even weave words around your shining starkness.
	Only tell me the secrets that you see, black moon most far!

	Oh, I am in love with all my world's moons,
	All the spheres that fill the night sky with light.
	But they will not speak to me; only fragments of tunes
	Come racing down to me, from that imagined height.