To You; My Moon

The beauty of stars in the night

Beknown to all

But the serenity of clouds in the night

Blankets of cotton floating

Along the way wind blows

At times tucking in the moon

Into the gentle goodnight

'Cause sometimes she too needs to unwind

her weariness from the constant gazing

Of voyeurs for the romance

Of lost ones for the beacon of light

Of loved ones of their symbol

Of critics for her flaws

As the clouds caresses the moon

She hides from those watchful eyes

A moment of solace

to catch her breath

Replenishes her innate beauteous aura

And she glows again after her

beauty sleep

Sending her light through the heaven

To the terrene