Maniac Moor.

 
An unusual iridescence surrounds the full moon.
A translusence better than butter paper,
We watch it soundlessly, hungry eyes,
Eyes that long for the moonless sky.

Clouds tear away,to hold in sight,
The bridal glow of a newly wed satellite.
She peers down at us,curious eyes.
Eyes meet eyes,a strange premise.

She coyly smiles,through her veil
shifting beams of moonlight,
Eyes that grow still on love newfound,
 Loveliness,she watched us,personified.

 Scarce stars scatter around,wedding lights,
like a lidless jar of glitter spilled.
This night,but,belongs to the moon,
as she outshines our cold despair.