The lunar coin

Bright in the full
Is the lunar coin
Best omen for magic
In the coven of Kent

A world in the upper yonder
A gem hovering so tantalizingly
Whence did it come from?
And whom dwells there?

A medley of sculpted shapes
That sequence out in a month
From a brightly minted coin
To a sickle harvesting stars

In its month-long sojourn
Its waxes and wanes out
In tandem with sea tides
Ebbing and flowing tidily

In its mighty serenade
It glows more than stars
But during the bright day
Its outshone by the sun

A currency common to all
In every nook of the globe
A useful nightly lighthouse
Is the worth of the lunar coin

© GIDRAF MWANGI