The Silence of the Moon

It drifts above in a silver haze,

A quiet watcher of our days.

Its light falls soft on dreams below,

A truth it hides, we’ll never know.

It holds the stories of the skies,

Reflected deep in sleepless eyes.

It whispers secrets none can hear,

Yet pulls the tides of hope and fear.

Alone it glows, yet never fades,

A poet’s muse, in midnight shades.

Its silence speaks in gentle tone,

A voice we feel when all alone.

So when the world forgets to care,

Look up—the moon is always there.

It keeps our hearts from sinking deep,

A friend who guards our fragile sleep.

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