Flight, Waves, Moon for Diana

Fancy seeing you here, moon goddess, goddess of the hunt, mother nature, herself, some say. I've not had a chance to thank you in person, yet, for your perfectly pale light I've so selfishly, so madly bathed in with lovers and tribe on long nights, on long native shores where by wildfires I've honored you and savored my lunatic flavored phases. Have you not read the poems I've so dutifully manifested for you? Should I have burnt them to find you as savory embers? I am a novice in all things, and an eager student. Write your laws in my heart, your ways of controlling my tides and waves and I swear to send my soul in flight to your starry temple home, devoted, every night that you shine, and every night that you don't.