Moon

Shyly dipping behind dark clouds,

Her grace is even clearer,

Her silver light shining, that cold light,

Seductively driving you onwards.

You can’t stop yourself from staring,

Admiring the full view of her,

Her magnificence, beautiful and round,

When she emerges. She doesn’t command,

Simply there, with a pull so magnetic,

You find yourself moving towards her.

Her cold, pale light wraps itself around you,

As you watch everything become shadowed,

Glowing with silvery light.

Even the tides find themselves attracted,

Swaying back and forth,

Trying to almost lure her,

Beckoning her closer.

She is without doubt, true beauty,

Summoning forth both peace and madness.

She is the moon.