I’ll be the moon

I’ll be the moon;
The smiling silver crescent shining in the starlit sky.
A magician whose ancient crafts create
The constant ebb of the tides;
Master to the flux and flow of the sea and the soul.

I’ll be the moon;
The beacon of human passion that ignites the senses.
A mad man who weaves an exquisite tapestry
Of truths and insanity;
A protean deity constantly altering the self and reality.

I’ll be the moon;
A soft faint reflection of the all-mighty Phoebus.
The torch bearer in the cold and dreary night
Driving back the darkness with my gentle light;
The harbinger of hope to the hopeless and the heartbroken.

When you dare not stare at the radiance of the sun;
When you find yourself alone in the deep void of the night;
Know that I am always out there, watching ever true.
I’ll be the moon when no one else would shine on you.