The Silver Lady

The reflective orb
Does not absorb
But shines a light from the sun

The watery moon
Dies too soon
But not with a knife or gun

She watches over
The four-leafed clover
Swaying the tides at sea

But only men
Visit when
Their focus is on a dream

It's underneath
Conscious streams
That reveal her true powers

Listen to her
As emotions stir
And monsters turn into flowers

Have restraint
She will paint
A vivid world you create

It's from above
Descend with love
Where two forms coagulate

Silver and gold
As I'm told
Are precious qualities to attain

I miss her most
Like a ghost
Not when she waxes, but wanes