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.