December Moon

Up the terrace down the sky On my back as I lie Splashes silvery flecks through the fronds The coconut tree swaying in dulcet breeze Up the hill and upon the sea Yonder bliss all that we see Stand will they in analogy On this terrace with what I see Launch of a round fulgent splotch Haloed with a brace of hazy torch This priceless coin of the night The empyrean sphere treasures so bright 'The Luminous' flashing through the fronds The fronds softly swaying in the winds Darkened coconut tree peeping in the terrace Displaying in rustles the gleaming luminance Well, all I understand about her blemishes Is all that it's Sun's kisses And all my possible guess Is all she so the other side hides While there's a secrecy intelligible As 'Chidhambara rahasyam' possibly sensible This charming December-queen is evincible And her Lord of Betelguese is invincible