Each end of the day as the night silently falls in
Her dark, fearful eyes look for the moon
As she blankets her part of the world until dawn
She reaches out with cold hands for the moon.
The moon is where the night finds her solace
He alone seems to unconditionally love her company
The rest of the world loves and fears her
But the moon is her reassuring epiphany.
He moves with her to the part of the globe she goes
As she spreads around his universally loved majesty
And he shines calmly bright against her contrasting ethos
While she patiently endures this unfair travesty.
The moon and the night sing their song of love in silence
In eons of endurance of contrast in perception
As the two hold each other firmly blended & inalienable
They survive the waning and waxing anticipation.
Darker the night the brighter he shines
How profound is that existence of interdependence
While it’s also true they subsist without one another
The night and the moon are earth’s most romantic cadence.
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