The solitude of the moon

In the stillness of night, the moon ascends,

A solitary sentinel in the velvet sky,

Casting silver whispers where darkness bends,

A silent watcher as the world passes by.

Cradled by stars in a vast, endless sea,

She drapes her glow on the quiet earth,

Illuminating dreams and lost reveries,

Each beam a memory, a flickering birth.

Her light, a soft balm for the weary soul,

Guides the restless hearts with a gentle hand,

Yet in her brilliance, a deep, aching hole,

A longing for touch in this vast, empty land.

She dances with clouds, a waltz of the night,

Yet knows she’ll remain forever alone,

For the lovers below, lost in their plight,

Seek warmth in each other, while she stands, stone.

Oh, solitude wrapped in a silvery shroud,

Embracing the silence, the coolness of space,

Yet in her heart, a soft, secret crowd,

Echoes of whispers, of dreams interlaced.

In her quiet, a beauty that none can define,

The solitude of the moon, both lonely and divine.