Night came and enshrouded the world
With its veil of darkness.
Soon its torch, the moon, appeared
in its amber glory —
And it seemed to me, at once,
That a cherub emptied its urine
into this luminous ball.
In the dark, under the stars,
I marveled at the beauty of creation;
And looked up above
Where the sky is a barrow
Conveying the moon to distant lands.
Poetry © Marvel Chukwudi Pephel