Cascading beam of light from a sphere that owns it not
but merely reflects it from a glowing sun; it is the moon.
The gray-blue orb fixed against a darkened sky, marred
with craters seen from afar; it is mysterious, the moon.
Lovers stand beneath; arms entwined to bask in its glow.
Whether blue, yellow or harvest gold, it mesmerizes eye;
calms the fear of night; by casting light upon unknowns.
Barren yet alluring; far away yet near, illusionist supreme.
Commanding tides of earthly seas and inspiring love among
young hearts and old alike; this mystical sphere called moon.
Man has walked upon its dark soil; but they will never know
what empowers the moon, without light, to illuminate our souls.
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