Remembrance of a jealous moon

how do you guild life's simple helix
with the iridescence of a pearl'ed star?
the jewelry of the harlot moon is poor
and she hides her pale face in shame
at being undone by one so young
who has taken the crown of night
the moon dares stand full for but a day
yet every time she flees the dark field
furiously she tugs the waves
desperate for attention
but the gentle pull that you possess
will move more tides than she