QUEEÑ of starry sky

Oh, lunar queen of the starry sky, Your silvery light doth catch my eye, In crescent form, or full and bright, Your beauty doth my heart delight. Your gentle beams, they dance and play, Upon the waves, they chase the day, And as they wax and wane, they bring, A sense of wonder, and a peaceful thing. Your phases, they are like a tale, Of love and magic, and of hale, A symbol of the mystery, That lies within the human sea. Oh, moon, you are a constant guide, A beacon in the darkest tide, A source of comfort, and of might, A shining light, in endless flight