Short Peacemoon Poems

Immortal Beauty of Night

Air getting colder, 
Day turning night,
The man in the moon smiles,
I see little twinkles of light.
The stars show a lion, huntress, and more,
The moon cotrols the tides,
Washing up on the shore.
Staring at the sky,
Wishing apon a star,
Looks very little here,
Because it's very, very far. 
I watch as the immortal beauty of night takes over the lands,
Then the stars play tricks on my eyes,
And i fall into the Sandman's hands.