Oh, Moon, how you shine;
Throwing pecks of light
In my eyes, even guiding
Me home through all
The sorrows of life.

Oh, Moon, how you grow;
Taking different shapes
In each phase, making
Us believe that change
Can be good, too.

Oh, Moon, how you stay;
Keeping my travels safe in
The sky up high, never letting
Me go to sleep without
A dream or two.

Oh, Moon, how you love;
Holding space to others in
Need of a spotlight, not for once
Leaving us to grief over a
Simple press of lips.

#MoonlitMagic
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