Lady of the Night
Her face is of another world,
the lady of the night,
her beauty framed by Heaven's glow
of alabaster light.
So shyly as she passess by,
behind a veil of ships.
Enternity won't make a face
her beauty can't eclipse.
She smiles at her companion as
she slowly turns away,
as if she were a lover lost
with nothing more to say.
She peers into the depths of space,
in darkness unafraid,
then turns to face the world again,
her monthly penance paid.
The "Lady" of course, is the moon.
~Sailor
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