Filtered through the window pane,
As quiet as the night,
Slowly peeking in,
Shying beneath the mystic clouds..
A hidden gem filled with pure innocence,
Waiting to be welcomed in..
As quiet as a shadow it comes and goes,
Unnoticed by may, awed by the lucky few
In it's every beautiful imperfections...
Slowly revealing it's true form every night,
Coming out of the darkness,
Shining brighter everytime...
As it disappears back into the darkness,
Leaving the few in it's wake to wonder at it's beauty..
Patiently waiting for it to come again,
Over and over....a cycle in the dark sky...