She’s always been there,
In my hour of need.
Silently observing,
Her silvery rays bathing me,
Soothing my fevered mind.
Wherever I am
No matter how far or near,
She never strays.
Tonight I gaze up at her
While the world slumbers on,
Noting her pockmarks -
Beautiful imperfections,
Her fine golden hue
Against the blue-black heavens;
And I think how much has changed,
And how much she has seen.
It burns my eyes these days,
To gaze at her splendour
But it is worth the pain
To feel the comfort
Of basking in her loving light.