Her Frugal Fingers

Midas turned all he touched to gold;

She transforms all she meets to silver,

To serene sea-deep silver

That first swam in the waves

Of the perpetual Night sky.

Yet a single flicker of lamp-light

Casts demon-shadows on her display,

Causes interferences with her dimensions,

Too many wires crossing, inter-linking,

Sparks will be born to kill.

But my glow-stars are exasperated

With my quiet, humble musings-

My odes to the moon and muttered compliments

Caressing her incadescent, bubbling aura

Ignited by the sole Sun of her heart.

Kings die, stars perish

But the moon; she will live on

Despite my bed-side beacon

That scrapes away at her soul.

NOT THE POEM : does anybody please know how to separate the verses other than with those lines? i've tried the shift+enter thing but it never works..do you have to do something else too? i'd be eternally grateful if someone would let me know.