He stole his eyes from a milk-glass moon

He stole his eyes from a milk-glass moon,

From drops of peridot scattered at sea,

Hidden beneath a moon-shadowed ruin.

His father not caring where or with whom,

Or from what rare ocean his being might be-

He stole his eyes from a milk-glass moon.

He learnt his letters from a dark winged loon

Who flew where the mountains caress the trees,

Hidden beneath a moon-shadowed ruin.                                                

His speech was a garble of false and truth,

Whistling like a hollow piped reed,

He stole his eyes from a milk-glass moon.

His eyes a contagion of waters blue

And brackish trunks of underwater trees

Hidden beneath a moon-shadowed ruin.

His normal voice wove a threadless tune,

Brought close the mermaids, hungry to feed;

He stole his eyes from a milk-glass moon,

Hidden beneath a moon-shadowed ruin.

(my first Villanelle- yaaay! lol)