How dazzling is the moon

It secretes itself before noon

Stands out in the dusk sky

It’s actions so very sly

It has made the darkness seem

Like a soft and silvery dream

For its glowing encore

Makes the moonlight galore

How dazzling is the moon

Like a radiant silver spoon

Alone she flows in the night

Escorting the one’s who need her light

Away from people, away from life

Taming the ocean with waves sharp as a knife

Warming the heart of those who cry

But always keeping itself locked uptight

How dazzling is the moon

Who hides at early noon

Whose luminesce glows brilliantly at twilight

~The Waxing Crescent; it’s sure to be bright~