Lunar Luminesce

in the velvet embrace of the night,
A silver orb hangs, ethereal and bright,
Suspended in shadows, a beacon of dreams,
The moon casts her glow on the world and its schemes.

Whispers of starlight dance in her wake,
As rivers of silver in silence do break,
She bathes the dark woods in luminescent grace,
And draws out the secrets of each hidden place.

The mountains stand tall, draped in her hue,
Their rugged facades kissed by a dew,
That sparkles like diamonds in the soft twilight,
A tapestry woven from shadows and light.

Across the vast ocean, she glides like a swan,
Her reflection a shimmer on waters withdrawn,
She beckons the tides with a gentle command,
In a rhythmic embrace, the sea meets the land.

Old lovers whisper beneath her soft gaze,
Their promises twinkling in her silvery blaze,
For under her watch, hearts tether and mend,
In the glow of the moon, all sorrows suspend.

The owls serenade with their haunting refrain,
While echoes of night weave a mystical chain,
Each moment a thread in the fabric of time,
The moon weaves a story, both endless and sublime.

As shadows grow longer and silence takes hold,
She watches the world with her wisdom of old,
From cradle to twilight, through laughter and tears,
The moon knows our hopes, our dreams, and our fears.

In gardens where petals unfurl to the night,
She dances on blossoms, a spectral delight,
Each flower a canvas, painted with grace,
Her light a soft brushstroke on nature’s face.

Yet in her cold beauty, a distance remains,
A reminder of longing, of love’s bittersweet chains,
For though she’s a presence, forever so near,
Her heart is a void, an echo, a sphere.

O, luminous muse, in your haunting embrace,
You cradle the night in your delicate grace,
Guide wanderers home with your gentle allure,
In the vastness of darkness, you’re always the cure.

As dawn whispers softly, your glow starts to fade,
Yet still, in our hearts, your memory's laid,
For the moon is a promise that lingers and glows,
A cycle eternal, where night ever flows