Novalunosis

There’s a smell in the sight of stars

That tells how little we are

With the power heal our aching scars

In these distances so very far

There’s a smell of the full moon in February

Beyond the simply ordinary

When I danced in silver light so airy

My first taste of love, extraordinary

There’s a smell in watching satellites

That simplifies human rights

It’s not a building stalagmite

But interwoven, a universal plight

There’s a smell of new moon in October

Thinking summer is finally over

When I stand awed and sober

As the universe lists once moreover

That there’s a smell to the cloudless night

That will staunch every fight

Look at these shining lights

And believe everything will be alright.