Dark side of the moon

Shall I rival you to the moon?

You are more alluring and more sober: clashing tides arouse the placid shore,

And this orb of night doesn't last long enough.

Once in a blue moon the cimmerian shade is too numbing, and it's shivery embrace is thawed, by moonshine.

All dark things eventually become less magical, either by earthbound experiences or by nirvana.

But your deathless alchemy, won't melt away, or wane.

As you will, reverie on, in my everlasting poetry.

As long as there are people still alive to read poems, this sonnet will emit light and you will flicker in it.