The Shinning Moon Poem by Rachel Hughes

At night darkness cloaks the pools and landscape's
With her dark covering and cape.
The moon comes out to court her dressed, in his royal array.
Covering her in his kisses, of a million moon rays.
He sits as king amongst the counsel of light.
And graces his companion, lover and friend, we call night.
He gives her all his attention, by covering her dark dress of night.
Embroidering it, with sparkling beams of his moon light.
She sits as queen under his royal robe.
He treats her as an equal,
You can see their unity best,
When he's out in full.
They move along together harmoniously,
During the nighttime.
To her, he is always gentle, compassionate and kind.
He would never be cruel to her,
And chase her away, like his brother, 'The morning sun'.
So, he hides her away from him,
When morning comes.
He is, ' The great shinning moon' That rule's over the night.
Appointed to his position, by his creator.
The father of all lights.
So, he sits on his throne, the evening sky.
As a royal magistrate and exalted on high.