The crescent moon shone overhead 
She wore a tilted smile 
I looked at her and asked wherefore 
She smiled so, was she shy?

Convinced that in her timid state 
She hadn’t heard my query 
As she perched in her cosmic grove 
Smiling lopsidedly 

So I cupped my hands around my mouth 
The lady was full of guile 
“O Crescent moon, you nighttime boon 
Give the world a real smile!”

She seemed to laugh and hid herself 
In some gossamer clouds nearby 
But her glowing curve still favored
The right side of the sky 

I watched her play hide and seek 
Showing a bit of her askew smile 
Floating, gliding through the clouds 
I was enchanted, mesmerized 

I turned away, this sensory play 
Called for a brew of tea 
Mug in hand, when I looked again 
She was beaming cheek to cheek.