Poetry Compilation

Full Moon

When the sky is night,
She comes out to play.
Dancing under moonlight,
Never during the day.
Silver hair that flows like a river,
Smooth skin that's soft and tender.
Eyes as dark as night itself,
Body aglow with pale luminescence.
She moves so gracefully,
With the gentle wind.
Dancing together,
Each a part of the other.
She belongs to the darkness,
And it belongs to her.
She commands it,
With but a simple whisper.
She can only be seen,
On the night of a full moon.
Look at her closely,
Watch her as she moves.