Night prevails and who do I meet,
But the moon.
Piercing the heavens with rays that,
Put to shame noon.

It's not enough to,
Stand by and admire.
This phenomenal sight,
A scene you never tire.

It's beams take hold of your spirit,
And let your soul free.
Soaring the skies at heights,
You never thought you could be.

But when your gaze meets the subtle,
Vista of moon beams.
It's transfixed in your memory,
Held in the highest esteem.