Man in the Moon...

Pink cascades over dollops of cloud
Like strawberry sauce it dips into crevices,
And swims into lakes of deep blue and purple.
Fraying out like lace, whipped into soft mountains.
The vivid colors recede, leaving soft pastels to take cover from the sun,
That slowly plunges past the earth,
Leaving the velvet sky, with freckles of brilliant dust
That the sun did not sweep away with its path.
They shimmer,
And they highlight the creases and humps in the sky,
Below the heavens.
And when the moon is the only thing to be seen
And its rays are strewn across this endless sea of pearl
Skidding and swirling to a slow decent,
You discover that the man that gets to grace this view every night
Is one to be envied.