Why compare the moon to her, when she is the moon itself?
Her eyes two quiet stars,
I wish upon each night and day.
They shine softly,
finding paths through the chambers of my heart.
Her smile curves like a crescent, tender and full of grace.
She moves like sunlight through a rainforest
soft, warm, alive.
And in her light, even my shadows learn how to fade.
Apr 21
Apr 21, 2026 at 11:54 PM UTC
Why compare the moon to her, when she is the moon itself?
Her eyes two quiet stars,
I wish upon each night and day.
They shine softly,
finding paths through the chambers of my heart.
Her smile curves like a crescent, tender and full of grace.
She moves like sunlight through a rainforest
soft, warm, alive.
And in her light, even my shadows learn how to fade.
