That Face of Hers

On a Friday just after sundown
Your reflection fell upon a Wednesday's snow
The grown with his head down
Bowed In respect of your eclipsing glow

Your face never emitted such emotion
Yet most no one will see
Flowing like a stream into an ocean
The endless pages of poetry

Somberly and gleefully spewed
From the hearts and souls of writers
Confessing the love they feel
Confessing nothing else matters

Your presence tonight saved lives
Proving to the hopeless and blind
That even when darkness persists
Beauty can exist

Even when the stars are shrouded
And the lakes are frozen without reflections
Your face will shine throughout the night
For nothing towers
The moon's majestic perfection