Moon; the Queen of Night
Like the clouds, hovering over the moon in lines and layers
In it's ghosty silence, it open up secrets in whispers.
Like the clouds, covering up for the moon's brightness, making her blurry.
The night is bright and starry.
Like the night goddess she is, Lunar.
She rives the planet into her lunisolar.
Moon, the queen of night.
You're still blushing in your dim light.
Hanging up like a lamp, without gravity.
Smiling alone at night, in irony.