When the sun meets the horizon,
and finally the heavens earn their manifested canvas of night,
the moons bright glare ignites the first twinkling stars.
Her children.
Her beauty rarely is acknowledged,
a tune never heard,
a legend never told,
and a song never sung.
Yet her love ignites in our hearts,
and uplifts our souls.
For her charming phases rage our sky,
she is the mother of the lost lovers,
and the savior of spirits long forgotten.
We watch in awe,
how she dances into our hearts.
