Well after midnight at the Oasis
Matariki full moon’s
Liquid.
Falls through an open window
Floodlighting a date palm on my bathroom floor
Honest moon: She takes no credit for the reflected glory of her liege - the Sun
Mistress moon: always hides her dark side
Yet, this night, no-one argues with her bright open faced certainly
Be careful who you accuse of wrong-doing
She is but the mirror [...]
