Muse of all muses
Surrounded by night
Adorned with the stars
A luminous beauty bright
A muse with many faces
Each one unique
Some nights, a slender crescent
Some nights, shimmering and full
Some nights shrouded in mystery
Some nights eclipsed by the sun
Some nights efflorescent
Some nights clouded and obscured
With every phase, she changes
Another air of her beauty revealed
With every phase, she changes
As all of nature does
Like the sun, rising and falling
Like the ocean waves, coming and going
Like the leaves, flourishing and falling
Like the flowers, blooming and fading
Like the seasons, ever turning
Like us, ever changing
And yet, through every phase,
Though her faces continually change,
Her gentle sheen remains the same
Waxing and waning
Always glowing
The muse of all muses
In all her argent glory
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Jaye Ruggiero-Cash
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Beautiful!💖