The Moon

Bold and beautiful,
Lighting up the night,
Awakening the creatures,
Shooting beams soar in delight.

A telescope in hand,
With passion in my heart,
Billions of galaxies,
But they remain so far apart.

The smallest stars,
A kaleidoscope in the sky,
To many to count,
Holding refusal to say goodbye.

As the sun rises,
And the moon begins to set,
When it's time for sleeping,
To let my dreams roam: and be as far as they can get.

"Fairwell my good friend,
As your craters remain deep and tight,
I will see you in my dreams,
Until tomorrow night."

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