Lunar Beauty Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Slowly walking as the sun begins to set, taking with it
all the warmth, moon high above looking down, finding
lovers looking towards its lunar beauty.

Minds sometimes thinking about when astronauts landed
on the moon, wondering how it felt to be the first ones
to step upon it, feeling a childish delight.

Wishing that they could've also gone into space with them,
the moon losing its innocence back then was also a saddened
memory for people had actually stood upon it, taking away
some of its mystical magic.