Luna,
Your soul emanates through your eyes,
Warm, soft, and just fine,
Like the northern star that guides me home.

You blanket over me
Like headlights that pours over the darkest paths.
Like the thick sweater in cold winter.
Like ink spilled over blank paper.

You turned to be my weak point,
But if the earth decides to shake and break,
I can be strong,
I can be the steady ground you can walk on.