When the moon ascends to her full grace
It doesn’t bedazzle but soothes the space
Like a silent queen in vivid white arrayed
Pours quiet comfort and solace on ground
Who heels the darkness with a gentle light
In turn, thus stealing sorrow from the night.
She, a living, breathing and gentle sheen
And like the moon, veritable and serene
Her smile akin to moonlight on weary eyes
With kindness flowing in soft and quiet ways
Her beauty deeper than what a mirror sees,
Grace is comfort, putting tired heart at ease.
Ergo, O full moon, if you ever dreamed
Of walking on the green planet in human form
You would be she; calm, luminous and kind
A serene hush of light defying restless storm.
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