She, the moon

The moon is not a He, but a She.
She rules over the night giving light to those who can’t see, blinded by the dark.
She parties throughout the night, living her life, freely.
She shines, illuminating the dark.
Her identity, a mystery.
For we sleep to early to find out who she is, but not me.
I live my life looking at her every night.
I look to the moon, I look for her eyes.
She is my moon. I am her stars. I help her shine.
I want to be forever in her orbit.
My moon, my dear.
Her light dances across the lake.
She dances in my room letting me now she’s close by.
A night owl hoots her a song so melodic she’s entranced and dances back to the moon.

To her light there’s a dark.
A darkness she breathes in, for I’ve seen her eyes glow.
The best time is at night.
Hold me in your embrace and light up my world in the dark.
My moon, I love you.
For I Am the Stars and She is my moon….
I’ll hold you close to the heart I’ve given you.
My moon, I love you.

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