The Moon

O silver queen that rules the velvet night, Thy gentle glow illuminates the skies. With every beam, thou cast a tender light, That soothes the world as daylight slowly dies. Thy face, a mirror to the distant past, Holds secrets in its ancient, silent grace. Through time and change, thy glow forever lasts, A timeless beauty, none can e’er erase. Beneath thy gaze, the restless oceans rise, Their waves in rhythm with thy steady pull. Thou art the muse that draws the poet’s eyes, Inspiring dreams with radiance so full. O moon, eternal, bright and ever true, The night belongs to none but only you.