The dark filled the night sky,
Then she was born on the first of July.
Filled the dark with her light,
singing a song, with all her might.
Nothing could be more poetic,
with her songs to all that is cosmic.
But, the fear of falling,
would make her feel blue.
So, she would step down,
calls herself New.
Yet, she keeps everyone hopeful,
with all the phases, from crescent to full.
Despite the fear of falling,
she still watches from the sky,
Avoiding oblivion, watching,
with each of her eyes.
When darkness fills the sky,
she, and her Moonlight will be your guide.
Singing you a song, accompanying you