Wistful Monday seeks the solace
That superlative Friday provides
Virtually united and imperfectly flawless
Gliding like the magnetism of moon tides
High and low the earth and the moon
Are enthralled by one another winsomely
Immune to those who venture to impugn
The brilliancy of their covetable coherency
Pools of nothingness within Monday
Into the void she goes, devoured
By the seams of her heart, and someday
She will find herself wholly empowered
Swimming inward space as they spryly comply;
The days collide into their own syzygy
Above the ever-burning starlit sky
To disclose their mindful synergy
Together, the days, earth and the moon
Will soon form the motions of an unwavering monsoon