the moon

“The moon is friend for the lonesome to talk to.”
 - Carl Sandburg

The moon, it hung enshrouded

within a veil of lace.

It set the night to glory

and shone in very grace.

The swollen orb of gentleness

quietly lit the sky

as the world reclused into its dark

and let beauty pass them by.

There was no such obnoxity

or pride within its glow,

yet a confidence was exuded clear

as it hung so bright and low.

The path it carefully followed

was one divinely shown.

And humbly, moving through the hours

it soon let the day be known.