Miss Moonlight

In the still of night, she takes her flight, A radiant glow, Miss Moonlight. Her silver beams, they softly trace, The curves of earth, a tender grace. She whispers secrets to the stars, And dances through the night’s bazaars. With every step, a shimmer bright, She paints the world in pure moonlight. Her eyes, a depth of midnight seas, Reflect the calm of twilight breeze. In her embrace, the shadows play, As dreams unfold in soft array. She walks the paths where lovers meet, Her touch, a kiss, so cool and sweet. Beneath her gaze, the world’s at rest, With gentle hands, she holds it best. Miss Moonlight knows the hearts concealed, The whispered truths, the wounds unhealed. She casts her light on sorrowed souls, And in her glow, the hope unfolds. Her beauty, timeless, soft and rare, A beacon in the midnight air. She moves with grace, a silent song, Through quiet night, she glides along. The night her canvas, stars her crown, In silver robe, she wanders down. Through valleys deep and mountains high, Her luminescence fills the sky. She listens to the nightingale, And to the winds that softly sail. Miss Moonlight, keeper of the night, She bathes the world in gentle light. Yet as the dawn begins to break, She softly fades, for morning’s sake. But in her wake, a promise lies, That she’ll return to light the skies. For in the heart of every night, We find the glow of Miss Moonlight. A timeless dance, a nightly rite, In her embrace, all’s pure and right.