Silver Moon

I gaze upon the silver, loving moon,

Who guides my solitary, winding way.

Her silent company, my only boon

While quietly I contemplate the day.

Luna watches me with tender eyes,

And lets me speak of troubles in my soul.

She asks no foolish questions, tells no lies,

But holds me close — her soft, forgiving foal.

We walk like this for what feels endless time,

Her hushed wisdom steady, calm, and deep.

Till morning bells begin their gentle chime,

And she retreats, her vigil put to sleep.

Oh, how she listens, patient, faithfully.

Her loving glow withdraws, yet not from me.

She leaves behind a trace of serenity,

Restoring what was lost — my sanity.