Full Moon

I gazed at the Full Moon, pear shaped
glowing like a freshly minted jewel;
Crevices shaped like a wispy cloud
seem to shadow a deep-layered mystery;
Somewhere in the lifeless expanse
Is a beauty that remains nonpareil.
An odd ensemble of precious brains
has unmasked it as bare carbuncle;
Space gadgets unveiled the final visual
of a rolling wilderness without a story;
Yet when a Full Moon ranges in the sky
the endless cosmos fills the eye.