Midnight's Muse

 
Bathe in the light of a lesser sun
dance soft in a star filled cloak.
From dusk to dawn the lone sentinels done
our sleeps dreams in her awoke.
Luna marks the passing time
though never shall she age.
Where clouds she'll hide till hard to find
are drawn curtains before the stage.
Far away yet so near
achieved and touched thy face.
Yet in tales of you we still fear
oh, how you have shaped this race.