Moon


The gentle brush of dusk
Calls her to perform her nightly glow.
A beaming cosmic opal.
Observing Earth from above.
A spectator of humanity.

Her celestial craters illuminated
She yearns for her imperfections to be admired.
Scars from meteorites
And birthmarks from her slow evolution
Displayed proudly
Like an artist revealing their greatest masterpiece.

She is suspended, gracefully
Above an infinite void.
Desperately grasping at the dreams that vanish with sunrise.
Reminding her of her inevitable solitude.

A recluse.
An isolated body.
Every night she casts her lonesome light,
Reflecting her silver shine on the swirling seas.
The waves mourn with her.

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