The Moon

The moon smiles down at us,

Shining brillantly

Without overpowering the diamond stars around her.

Some nights she wears a cloak of cloud

Others she stands bright and proud

She silently lulls us to sleep

Like a gentle mother

Then dips beyond the horizon

And sun takes over

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I kinda like this one
Written 3/27/08

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