The Moon

At last the continuous repetition of the past,
The lunar sun has risen at last.
I am so sure,
Once she has risen we will feel pleasure.
The Moon with her silver light,
Shows through the darkness of night.
She is the light princess,
Of the light and night she will possess.
The Moon has such power,
Whose beauty will never sour.
Her power is foreign and wild,
Layer upon layer her energy and strength is piled.
The Moon is my dear,
Her beauty rids oneself of fear.
Couple claim its pure luck,
They are only moonstruck.
Of the Moon the sun is jealous,
Of the Moon the sun is ravenous.
At the Moon the sun will gaze,
All the while the Moon stays ablaze.
The morning is coming,
The beautiful Moon is leaving.
We will miss her grace,
We will miss her moonlace.