The Moon
As I sit here in the dark
and gaze upon the moon,
I know her journey through the sky
is over much too soon.
As she travels through the night
a trail of stars awaken,
but as she rises to her glory
her time is all but taken.
She never falters from her course,
is always straight and true,
and from this goddess of the skies
all others take their cue.
As she goes upon her way
she leaves her special mark,
and looks just like a precious jewel
against the midnight dark.
She weaves her special magic,
casts a spell on everyone,
and touches every heart she reaches
before her journey's done.
But just before she disappears,
into the velvet deep,
she smiles down on mortal man
and whispers him from sleep.
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